Connor walked alone. It was dark, cold, and deserted. The only sounds disturbing the crisp silence were his feet shuffling on the gravel and the occasional chattering of his teeth. He wasn’t ready to go back, though. Going back would mean defeat. It would mean he was wrong, and if there was one thing Connor hated, it was being wrong. So, he went on. Notice: JavaScript is required for this content.
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