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... s white. Her breath fogged in the sudden cold, the familiar sting of freezing air biting at her lungs. Snow stretched in every direction, broken only by dark, irregular shapes half-buried in drifts.
Not shapes. Bodies.
"No," Ashley whispered, recognizing the landscape. "Not this. Not again."
The bodies of the caravan lay scattered across the snowy pass. Dalen face-down, arm outstretched toward the overturned wagon. Gareth slumped against a rock, crossbow still clutched in ...
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