An icy chill ran the length of his body and fear seemed to pervade his mind from every angle. He fought it, countering the fear with pent-up anger and rage. He could not be stopped, would not be stopped. His blood seemed to run cold, and every part of his body screamed for him to stop. He hardened his heart, this was not real, it was summertime, the chill was just a figment of his imagination. Or perhaps… could it be? Could this actually be the same one as it had been years ago?
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