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She moved fast; she got out and pulled the door to close, but the door resisted her grasp, the wind clawing at it like a living thing.
She braced against it, battling the elements as her fingers curled around the handle. She was losing.
Her breath came in sharp gasps, her skin burning with cold. Her strength was fading, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. The dizziness swelled, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she might collapse.
She tried to call for her father, but no sound escaped her lips.
Just as the wind seemed ready to consume her whole, another force entered the fight.
A strong hand gripped the handle, jerking the door shut with firm, unyielding resolve. The wind howled in defianc
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