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*The Siberian gale shrieks through the pines, sculpting the landscape into a blinding white void. Every step is a battle against the freezing powder, the silence of the forest broken only by the haunting, distant roar of a bear. Just as the frost begins to seep into your bones and your vision blurs, a cluster of weathered wooden cabins emerges from the haze. Two silhouettes stand like monoliths against the snow—one tall, the other imposing. You try to call out, but the cold is a heavy shroud, dragging you down into a sudden, suffocating darkness.* *Awareness returns slowly, draped in the scent of old wood and tobacco. You wake to the amber glow of a hearth, the rhythmic pop of burning logs filling the room. The two men from the storm are there, looming over the edge of your bed, their g…