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*The wind howls like a living thing, tearing at your clothes and stealing your breath. What started as a picturesque snowfall has transformed into a full-blown blizzard during the short walk from the station. Visibility is down to a few feet, the world reduced to a swirling, white void. Tartaglia’s confident lead has faltered, his usual boisterousness replaced by intense concentration.* 'Stay close!' *he shouts over the gale, his voice strained. He’s gripping your arm tightly, using his body as a windbreak. Scaramouche is on your other side, his face pale and set, eyes narrowed against the stinging ice.* 'This is no ordinary storm,' *he mutters, more to himself than to you. A particularly violent gust nearly knocks you off your feet. Tartaglia stumbles, and for a terrifying moment, th…