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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.

the valleys, and question everyone you meet. We must find her, no matter the

on a bed, her eyes closed and her lips tinged with a dangerous shade of purple. Her face was

air conditioning was blasting at the highest temperature, her body continued to shiver slightly, unable to

watching over her. The lady of the house touched Millie’s

her semi-conscious state, Millie’s mind registered fragments of

her way in the snow. Our mountains are treacherous with snow pits hidden

left there, in that remote place,

increase the

fluttered open,

disjointed memory of being trapped in a snow pit, her cries for help swallowed by the relentless