The fresh blanket of snow found a sparkling crystalline appearance under the moonbeams that seeped through the árbol branches. It was dark.
Silent.
Eerie.
Regina dug her hands into the snow, face twisted into a pained grimace. She was panting heavily (each exhale releasing a new trail of smoke) trying to regain control…mostly over her breathing.
Every bone in her body groaned when she moved. Every muscle straining and screeching…particularly her abs. She dragged herself along the ground seeking out the nearest árbol to lean against. Breathing was becoming an agony...
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