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18: Our muses are trapped in a cave during an awful snowstorm.
The storm had been going on for hours, but showed no sign of letting up. The howling winds kicked up the snow until it was so white, that it was almost like an endless void.Within a nearby cave, Freddy paced back and forth in an attempt to keep himself warm.He stopped, and hugged his arms to his chest as he started to wonder if he’d make it back alive. How much longer would the blizzard last? Would he freeze to death before it was over? And what about his companion?He glanced over at the other watchdog. He hadn’t even made a peep for awhile. Was he still awake? “Hey Leslie, how’re you feelin’?”










