Qin Hu and Qin An huddled together, hunching their shoulders against the biting wind as they ran out of the encampment and trudged forward through the deep, heavy snow.
The frail Qin An wasn't paying attention and was knocked flat on his back by a sudden gust of wind.
Seeing them emerge, two sentries on relief duty exchanged cynical grins. They scooped up two handfuls of snow to extinguish the warming campfire, then ducked straight back into their tent.
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