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... ats. The climb was steep and unforgiving. Frost had turned the narrow goat paths into ribbons of slick ice. Vane led the way. He used the butt of his spear as a walking stick. His breath came in steady and rhythmic plumes of white mist.
Isole followed three paces behind. Her emerald dark green hair was pulled back into a tight and functional braid. She looked focused. She adjusted the heavy straps of her mana-harness as she walked. The cold did not seem to bother her as much as the silen ...
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