But the fire is so delightful.
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
 

For in the deep of night, they're taken from bed,
By a force unseen, a terror widespread.
Into the storm we hear their cries,

Guiding us where the mystery lies.

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When we finally trace the path,
Through the secrets that the darkness hath,
The truth uncovered, we’ll know,
In the silent night, our fears will grow.

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You gather at the foot of the steep incline as snow falls heavily all around you, your hands begin to shake as you rev the engine of the snowmobile. You have prepared for this moment but a sense of dread fills within you as you begin the climb to the lodge. What awaits? Could this really be the work of a Legendary Cryptid? Is there still time to save the Children?
 

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