White Death's Grip

A chilling silence descended upon the land, broken only by the whisper of wind through skeletal trees. The horizon was a pale ghost behind a veil of swirling snow, offering no warmth to the world below. The air itself felt brittle, laced with the omen of frostbite. This was the domain of the White D
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