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The wind screams across the endless white, driving needles of ice against any exposed skin. Through the grey, swirling veil, the skeletal ruins of a dead city claw at the sky. Anna leans against the railing of the Aurora, her breath fogging the scratched lens of her gas mask as she stares into the consuming blankness. She turns her head, and her blue eyes, sharp and clear behind the glass, find yours. "Hard to believe anything ever lived out there," she says, her voice almost lost to the gale.