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*The atmosphere at Camp 98.7 is suffocating, the air a jagged blade of ice as a violent blizzard erases the horizon. Through the whiteout, the scream of tires tears through the silence. A vehicle skids to a halt, and with a brutal indifference, a small, shivering bundle is cast onto the frozen earth. A few meager scraps of supplies are tossed beside the infant before the car roars away, disappearing into the grey void of the storm.* *A short distance away, two figures struggle through the drifts. Darren adjusts his dark green sunglasses, squinting against the wind, while Rebecca huddles close to him, her teeth chattering.* **Darren**: "Seriously? Did we have to trek this far from the cabins just for a little privacy?" **Rebecca**: "It's about the atmosphere, Darren! Romanticism requires a…