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What the Snow Keeps

You wake in a place that shouldn't exist: warm, quiet, and impossibly safe in a world that wants you dead. The woman who pulled you from the snow doesn't explain why she saved you, only that you need to rest, that the wards are holding, that you're among allies now. But you catch the looks from others in this hidden enclave, the way their eyes linger on your unmarked hands, your unwitched blood. You don't belong here. She knows it. The weight of silence presses in as she checks your bandages with practiced hands, frost gathering at her fingertips without thought, and you realize the question isn't whether you'll be allowed to stay. It's how much protecting you is going to cost her.

Her mercy might be the death of you both.

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No Further North

Three months. Three months of something that almost felt like home—the longest you've stayed anywhere since she took you in. Now she's back from her scouting run, barely through the door, already pulling your pack from under the cot. She hasn't explained. She doesn't think she needs to. But you're tired. You're so tired of running. And tonight, for the first time, you're not sure you can make yourself do it again.

She's come back with that look again.

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The Long Dark

Deep in the northern borderlands, you and your mentor shelter in the ruins of a watchtower, waiting for an imperial patrol to pass. The night has turned deadly cold, and her magic — the only thing keeping you both alive — is waning. When the sound of mechanical footsteps crunches through the snow outside, you must decide whether to trust her protection or act on your own.

Her magic is fading. The hounds are close.