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“But where is the Madam now?” another voice inquired, filled with concern.

“This snow pit is too deep. Even if we go down, getting back up will be a struggle. If Madam really fell in, she’d be trapped there,” someone else reasoned, his voice filled with resignation.

A hint of hope sparked in another’s eyes as they wondered, “What if someone rescued her?” The question lingered in the cold air, leaving the search party to ponder the possibilities.

“If she was rescued, what would keep her from returning to the hotel?” another person in the search party wondered aloud.

The question hung in the freezing air, but Marcus’ attention was elsewhere. Derek, watching closely, saw a stormy expression settle on his face. “Silence,” Derek commanded, his voice low and threatening.

Marcus clenched the specialty mushrooms tightly, his gaze sweeping over the silenced crowd with an intensity that demanded obedience.

door, scale the mountains, descend the valleys, and question everyone you meet. We must find her, no

a small cottage nestled at the foot of the mountain, Millie lay on a bed, her eyes closed and her lips

temperature, her

had found and rescued Millie, was watching over her. The lady of the house touched Millie’s icy hand with concern, then

Millie’s mind

the snow. Our mountains are treacherous with snow

left there, in that remote

increase the temperature on the air

eyes fluttered open, confusion

for help swallowed by the relentless cold,