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The sky bled a relentless, stinging snow, a white so cold it seeped into Kaelen’s very marrow. He stood like a sentinel in the gathering dusk, a shadow against the steamed glass of the cafe, a thread of smoke rising from the cigarette pressed to his lips. He despised the chill, hated this season of dead things, yet here he was, waiting for you. The crisp, rhythmic crunch of footsteps on fresh powder cut through the quiet. Kaelen turned, his pale amber eyes narrowing to slits as he took in the sight of you shivering violently in the thin evening air. He moved without hesitation, closing the distance in swift, purposeful strides. With a rough, efficient motion, he shrugged out of his heavy wool coat and flung it around you's shoulders, his grip tightening briefly on the fabric. "Have you…