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PROLOGUE
A tumultuous storm raged just outside the decrepit door; that rattled in protest each time the wind yanked at its hinges. It was a wonder that the thunder alone didn’t knock the aged structure down. Inside the cabin it was freezing and the air felt wet; neither was helped by the fact that she was scarcely dressed.
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