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Being so far behind, Alexandra decided she would simply rest. She sat on the snow mound with a thump, and smiled, pretending she was a four-year-old once again who reveled in the humor of a funny noise. Those memories would keep her company as her heart finally froze, six miles still from the last outpost. She was the last of them.

They closed the gate.

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