Qin Hu and Qin An huddled together, hunching their shoulders against the biting wind as they ran out of the camp, trudging forward through the deep, heavy snow.
The frail Qin An lost his footing for a split second and was knocked flat on his back by a sudden gust of wind.
Two sentries finishing their shift saw the pair come out, exchanged a sinister smirk, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the warming campfire, and ducked back into their tent.
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