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Sue smiled warmly at the dim light that was filtering through the window of her cabin, casting eerie shadows around the room. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had been seeping into her bones all day. Winter had officially set in, and it seemed like the cold was only getting more bitter by the minute.
She looked down at herself, taking stock of her surroundings as she sat on a bear fur rug, clad in nothing but her birthday suit. The fire crackled to life behind her, casting flickering shadows across the room.
Sue's eyes drifted out into the darkness beyond the windows, and for a moment, she felt like she was trespassing on someone else's property. Not that anyone would be around this time of year to notice. It was late January in rural Alaska, after all - hardly the busiest of seasons.
As a philosophy teacher, Sue had always been drawn to the darker corners of life. She'd spent years studying the works of Camus and Sartre, and she could recite entire passages from "The Stranger" by heart. There was something about the existential dread that lurked within those pages that spoke to her on a deep level.
Sue shivered again, despite the warmth of the fire at her back. She knew it was irrational, but there was something unsettling about being completely alone out here in the woods. Especially when you were dressed like she was.
She looked down at herself once more, and
