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Day 249

We finally made it to camp after what felt like forever trekking through the darkness. The festivities were long gone and all that remained was a sad sight - a few cups of punch left untouched on a table and a tattered welcome banner clinging onto a tree for dear life. All the lights had been switched off, except for one flickering light in a dark cabin off to the right of us. I wanted to knock gently, but my mother had own ideas and banged on the door. I hoped someone would open the door before we froze to death.

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