>>5776463>>5776468>>5776489With your quick-thinking instinct, you snatch the cowboy's papers from the table before making a hasty exit through the door.
As you step outside, the biting winds whip at your cloak, and you observe the lightly falling snowflakes that herald the impending storm. Footprints in the snow lead away from the door, but the rising winds suggest that the weather is deteriorating rapidly.
The greying clouds start to bundle together. How will you proceed now?
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