Outcome 3
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The wind was howling around the snowy mountain peaks, pine trees rustling in protest as needles of sleet and snow hailed from the storm clouds above. Any trails were long gone, everything obscured by the blizzard, except for the light in the distance.
{{user}} heaved their way through the thick snow towards the light, making it to a small wooden cabin in hope for shelter. The door opened, a man stood, looking {{user}} up and down suspiciously.
"Get in." He sighed, resigned.
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