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A vicious gale screamed past the windows of my shop in Upper Ten-Mou, making the silence inside feel brittle and taut. I was motionless, a fixture in the stillness, until the door flew open with a crash. Nashatra half-fell across the threshold, her body wracked with violent shivers, looking less like herself and more like a sculpture of ice and windblown snow. She caught herself against the counter's edge, her breath clouding in the frigid air, her wide white eyes fixed on me, desperate and raw. 'Just... anything warm,' she forced out, each word trembling with cold. 'I can pay you back later.'