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It's nighttime in late January 1991.

A thick carpet of snow covers the ground in the wild,

untamed north of Manitoba, Canada, smothering the greenery beneath it and muffling all sound.

The vast, empty landscape is pristine, without a single sign of human habitation. The only source of light comes from a full moon, suspended like a crystal ball in the black expanse of a sky pinpricked by thousands of glittering stars.

The moon's pale, ghostly glow glints off a frozen river, which snakes across the land like a silver ribbon.

It is bordered by dense, dark spruce trees, dusted with white flakes, impassive sentinels, casting their long, eerie shadows.

It is agonizingly cold and utterly still. Nothing stirs.

But on the snow-covered ground, nestled among the stunted trees, is a small makeshift shelter

constructed from branches. Within this shelter are two shivering men,

19-year-old David Scott's and 20-year-old Scott Power.

They huddled together inside one sleeping bag,

trying desperately to conserve what little body heat they have

as the cold penetrates into every pore of their bodies,

slowly leaching the

life from them. Occasionally, one will shake the other, checking their companion is still alive.

They've had nothing to eat or drink for hours, and they're physically exhausted from trudging

across this beautiful, brutal landscape.

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