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This is too long for a prologue. However, the above really is just a prologue, nothing else. The real action comes from this point onwards, starting the next day. It might have started tonight, but it doesn't really matter.
The next day was December 18, when even the mountain breezes were frozen. That day, I was thrown into the abyss of fear.
Let me say this in advance: it was no laughing matter.

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