That night, Highland dreamt of snow.
A blizzard. He was lost in a swirl of white, turning desperately to find his way out. A hand reached through the storm to help him. He lunged for it, but it disappeared the moment he touched it.

That night, Highland dreamt of snow.
A blizzard. He was lost in a swirl of white, turning desperately to find his way out. A hand reached through the storm to help him. He lunged for it, but it disappeared the moment he touched it.
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