"Bloodcount’s parking lot was too cold for any straggling or wandering. The wind added to the chill factor, making this one of those nights that, no matter the number of layered clothing or thickness of the flesh, this cold transcended it all. This was that cold that gnawed at one’s bones as if unprotected. This cold, that possessed this night was internal, left out in this cold, one developed that chill that you could not warm from and had to conquer with strength of will. This was one of those winter nights that exercised one’s determination to survive."
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