Lina gasped as she spotted her father, lying motionless in the snow, his body cradled by the roots of the black stone spire. Without thinking, she rushed forward, Jakob close behind. Her heart pounded in her chest as she knelt beside her father, her hands shaking as she checked for signs of life.
“He’s alive,” she whispered, relief flooding through her as she felt the faint rise and fall of his chest. But her relief was short-lived. His skin was pale, his breathing shallow, and his body was ice cold.
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