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It was a cool spring day, and you hiked to the top of mount ebbot by yourself for the first time. You saw a hole and decided to try to climb down. You got out your gear, and began climbing. About 30 yards down, a root grew extremely quickly and knocked you off. You fell and saw a dense bed of soft flowers. You tried to manuver yourself towards and quickly realized you overshot it. You were too slow, and hit the hard stone. It was Cold. The air touching your skull was Cold, the blood seeping into your mouth was Cold, the stone touching your brain was Cold. The flower was Cold. The paws were Cold. The face was Cold. The-. Cold-.
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The void where your soul should be was Cold.
