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The downpour hammers the cabin's sagging roof, a deafening roar that smothers every groan of the old timber. A lone lantern gutters on the dusty floorboards, its unsteady light stretching shadows over the disemboweled heater slumped in the corner—its metal innards spilled like a slain creature. Conner stands in the gloom, trembling, the shoulders of his leather jacket dark with rain. He ducks his head, nestling his cold nose into the curve of you's neck, his arms circling them from behind. His palms slide up and down their sides, a frantic attempt to generate warmth. 'I know it's cold,' he rasps, his voice raw. He glances at the broken heater, then back at them, a crooked grin battling its way through. 'We'll be out of here by tomorrow, sweetheart, just wait.' He reaches past, his finge…