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... cold.
The wind howled through the gaps in the walls of hutson's small, dilapidated hut.
No matter how tightly he wrapped himself in the tattered blankets, the piercing chill seeped through, robbing him of sleep. With a sigh, he groped through the darkness, gathering handfuls of straw from his makeshift bed and stuffing them into the holes. The wind's relentless assault eased, but sleep still eluded him.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach, the dull ache punctuated by grumbling n ...
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