In this breathing wind of cold,
She stood still, waiting for the fate to unfold,
Where the fear and dungeon's carpet lies,
Where the breath of freedom and the kindness dies.
-"Don't leave me here. I'm yet a trembling sprout of life."
-"It's what you need. You're a wolf, you will survive."
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