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Where Monsters Sleep
The cold gnaws at your ankles. You are knee-deep in the snow, thousands of miles from any sign of human civilisation. The wind carves the mounds of ice like a great invisible chisel.
As you wander back to the comfort of your quarters, you can't help but feel as if you're being watched. And your heart sinks a little.
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List of audio files used:
- WinterStorm by 8 Hours of +)
- Beethoven - Silence by Beethoven +)
- Walking in snow by billox30 *)
- crackelsss by blue box +)
*) Soundsnap.com license