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... op. She had already tried hugging herself, rubbing her hands together, even curling into a ball, but the cold clung to her like a stain on a dirty plate.
It was so bitterly cold that, in the end, she couldn’t help but throw herself into Edmund’s arms before hypothermia attacked her.
"H-how can the air be this cold?" Primrose clung to him tightly, as if trying to melt into his body just to find warmth.
The carriage was still moving, as the soldiers were doing their best to ...
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