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It was winter’s night, with dusted snow sitting on the hard and frozen soil like powder. The tangled trees were weighted down by patches of it, making way for little light to pass through and shine on the three moving shadows in the late hour. They moved swiftly through the snow, taking care not to snap any twigs or make any noise.

One paused in protest to listen, as if it h

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