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Across the snow laden mountains, through the howling, stinging wind,
Gold! ... ”
It was two days after George Walton had fallen, the snow had covered most of the rocky bottom of the mountain. An icy, blue, cold hand arose from the snow, grabbing on to a desolate, withering branch, pulling the rest of the body up. ... There he was, frozen to the bone, getting up from the snow brushing himself off when, “BOOM! ... ”
The next day, the same icy hand arose from the snow, George got up coughing and wheezing.
Approximate Word count = 400 Approximate Pages = 1.6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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