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“Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what,
we know not where.” John Dryden
A lot of snow, a couple of stranded FBI agents, strained nerves, and some unexpected visitors. How can anyone lie quiet in their grave with all that going on?
You can't go wrong with mimic117 (unless your depravity levels vary, in which case you won't find much to read at this site.) This one's got a bit of a case file, but more importantly Mulder and Scully are stuck in a cabin in the snow. Fun and games happen while they try to stay warm and alive... You can also read it in italian at Mimic's Musings if you're so inclined.