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<lora:Hannah_Murray_Flux:1> In a moment of tense fear, Gilly clutches her fur cloak tightly around herself. The heavy, dark gray cloak is weathered and dusted with frost, its edges stiff from the freezing temperatures. Her tunic, visible beneath the cloak, is a faded brown with faint bloodstains and grime from weeks of travel. Her hair is tangled and damp from the snow, clinging to her forehead. Her wide eyes are filled with terror as she listens for danger. The background is a snow-covered forest, the shadows between the trees deepening as dusk settles.