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... d her heavy feet through the deep snow.

The cold climbed up her wet legs and she couldn’t feel her toes anymore, but this wasn’t her biggest problem. Her arm twitched, prompting her to quickly kneel down and bite down on a ripped piece of cloth.

Waves of immense pain shook her body uncontrollably, radiating through her whole body from her left arm. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she cramped, and locked it in what seemed like an epileptic seizure.

For minutes she rolled i ...

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