The frigid wind roared against the heavy door. We groaned
as we pushed back, desperate to shut out the murderous cold. Inch by inch, the
strength of man overcame the nature’s winter gale and we were able to shut the
door. Once the bolt was thrown we collapsed on the floor in a heap, ignoring
the cold snow beneath us. Free from the warmth-sapping wind, feeling gradually
returned to our fingers and faces, and the arctic lethargy began to leave us.
Once our minds had cleared we took stock of our situation, which was not as
dire as we feared.
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