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The wind screamed like a wild animal in pain, sweeping thick snow across the lonely countryside road.
Amelia Reynolds gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes straining through the foggy windshield. Her sleek, high-end sedan jerked and slipped slightly on the frozen asphalt before sputtering to a halt. The dashboard lights blinked once, then faded into darkness. The engine gave up.
“No, no, not now,” Amelia muttered through clenched teeth, smacking the steering wheel. She reached for her phone—no service. The storm outside was growing fiercer by the minute.
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She cracked the car door open and was immediately hit by an icy blast that nearly knocked the breath out of her lungs.
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Wrapping her coat tighter around her body, she stepped out into the snowstorm. Her polished black boots sank deep into the snow with each step.
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She had been on her way to a high-profile fundraising event, hours away from the city. Her GPS had suggested a shortcut through this remote backroad, and now she was stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Then, in the distance, she noticed a faint light flickering beyond the snow-covered fields.
A house? A barn? She couldn’t be sure—but it was her only hope.
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Fighting through the wind and snow, soaked and shivering, Amelia trudged toward the light. By the time she reached the wooden porch of a weathered farmhouse, her fingers were nearly frozen, her lips numb. She knocked hard, hoping someone would answer.
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The door creaked open to reveal a man, tall, solidly built, dressed in a flannel shirt and worn jeans.