The snow falling was biting at his cheeks - as good as a slap across the face, except it felt more like a thousand paper cuts across his skin. Opening his eyes, he was only met with a white canvas as his entire body seemed to reverberate with pain; mostly gathering around his lower back. Faustus’ entire world was spinning and he felt a thrum in the air; a thrumming that felt an awful lot like magic gone wrong. But…Marie. Where was Marie?

His eyes managed to focus as he searched for her in the blistering wind. There, stumbling her way towards him, fighting as hard as she could against the howling snow falling around them. What in Merlin’s name had happened for the weather to act like this? It wasn’t a kidnapper, but Faustus wasn’t sure how easy it would be to get them out of this and safely home. He tried to call to his wife, but a groan only escaped from his lips as he tried to sit up.

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