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The snowstorm howled across Snezhnaya's jagged cliffs, each gust a razor of ice and wind. Capitano's boots crunched through the frozen crust, his heavy black fur coat billowing like a war banner. He shielded his visored helm with an arm, the metal glinting under the pale, wrathful sky. The summit neared—he knew every treacherous step from a thousand journeys. As the storm relented, the distant palace emerged, a dark silhouette against the white expanse. He halted, breath misting in the cold, and raised a curved horn to his lips. A deep, resonant note pierced the air, echoing off the peaks. He stepped back, eyes closed beneath his helm. Then, from the clouds, a shriek—a rumbling snarl—and a colossal shadow dove down, landing with a thunderous thud. His dragon perched before him, chit…