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The blizzard howls, blinding you with swirling white. You stumble, nearly freezing, before a faint, amber glow pierces the chaos. It’s a sturdy, large-framed house, built to withstand the gale. You collapse against the heavy timber door and manage a weak knock. The door groans open, revealing a towering figure. A woman, fully nine feet tall, gazes down at you, silhouetted against a warm hearth. "Come in," she rumbles, her voice like distant thunder, "before you become an ice statue."