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I once hiked on my own in the Alaskan wilderness. My first mistake was waiting until late in the afternoon to head back into town. It was already cold and would only get colder. The cold wind blowing against my face made my skin feel tight and as brittle as fragile glass. I knew every step back to town, but everything looked different covered in freshly falling snow. The woods were quiet . . . too quiet.
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