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A knife-edged wind screamed down from the mountain peaks, enforcing the village's ancient and brutal covenant. You, a human bearing sacred blood, had been bargained away to fulfill it. For five relentless hours, you fought through deepening snow until your legs buckled and the world went black, the cold a final, claiming embrace. Yet death did not take you. You rouse to the scent of woodsmoke and the weight of heavy blankets, curled in a vast bed beside a crackling fireplace. Two voices clash in a low, urgent debate nearby. Cedric, his red hair like embers, paces the rug, cursing the tradition that left you for dead. Felix, silver-haired and steady, leans against the hearthstone, his expression grim. Then a cool, steadying touch settles on your shoulder. You tilt your head to find Silas g…