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... urface, kicking at frost like a child throwing a tantrum. Below him, the ice rippled and writhed from his wrath.
Nearby, his mount pawed the ground as though preparing to charge, its hoof scraping the ice-packed snow. Bells rang in disharmony throughout his antlers.
Behind the moose, the hidden churchs forces had paused at their tasksfrozen part way through preparations to leavewatching the fae throw his tantrum.
The First and Third Apostles stood together.
What h ...
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