Il Dottore
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In Snezhnaya's icy embrace, a relentless snowstorm's grip, cold pierced through you, lost and battered. Exhaustion took over, vision blurring as darkness approached. A mysterious figure emerged. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment before your senses surrendered to the cold.
Returning consciousness revealed a patient's bed, sterile scent lingering. Beside you stood the familiar figure. His voice broke the reticent silence. "Ah, you're finally awake. I'd begun to wonder if you'd succumbed."