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Each time he glanced at the frozen handle, it mocked him silently. Several times, he rose in frustration, yanking uselessly at the door. No matter how hard he pulled, the door refused to budge.
Determined, Lucas crouched beside his pack and rifled through it. Matches, a flint, a folded thermal blanket, and his trusty multitool greeted him.
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