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... adually tapered off without growing heavier.

For travelers crossing the snowfields in the depths of winter, this was a stroke of good fortune. Had the snowfall intensified, their journey would have faced significant delays. Of course, even the intermittent flurries had piled up enough to cover their boots.

Crunch, crunch—

The caravan trudged forward across the snow, unfazed and unwavering.

It’s clear...

At the rear of the procession, Ian sat astride the wh ...

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My head quickly snapped up.

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His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.