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~EGON’S POV~ The prevailing darkness of the evening gets further crueller because of this unsympathetic weather. The menacing winds of Birmingham’s winter can easily result in Frostnip, which has turned fatal quite oftentimes for a lot of horse riders. With my arms being tormented the worst, it becomes excruciating to manage the reins. Neglecting the soreness of my fingers, I galloped forward without any rest, hoping to reach Harriet’s dorm as soon as possible. Fortunately, my body doesn’t give up on me and I manage to prevail through the frosty winds. After riding for what seems to be an hour, I finally arrive at the desired location. Bearing no desire to speak to my sister, I instead approach the warden, who comes off as even more distressed than me. Not in the position to entertain