Qin Hu and Qin An huddled together, hunching their shoulders against the biting wind as they ran out from the camp, treading heavily through the thick snow.
The frail Qin An lost his footing for a moment and was blown flat onto the ground by a sudden gust.
The two sentries on relief duty watched them emerge and exchanged sinister grins. They scooped up handfuls of snow to put out the campfire that had been keeping the men warm, then ducked back inside their tent.
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