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With every sigh that you exhaled, you could see your breath before you. The cold air manifesting with each failing attempt to get warm.   Your warmest coat and fuzziest scarf did little against the cold plaguing the Revolutionary Army’s base. Several inches of snow piled upon the rock structure before flowing with the loudly howling wind, it was unbearable. “Sabo?” You had cautiously peeked in on him a few minutes before.   Hard at work, he failed to notice your calling. Furrowed brows and anxious lip biting, stress was painfully written on his face. Uncomfortable, it was one that you’d unfortunately seen a handful of