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... quieted, but that didn't make the cold kinder. If anything, the silence made it worse—like the air was holding its breath, waiting.
Asmodeus rode atop Lumina's back, his gaze fixed forward. White blanketed everything—endless and perfect, as if nothing had ever touched this place.
Not even the wind dared disturb the untouched hills of powdery frost stretching before them. Even their demon horses had stopped snorting. Just slow, trudging steps through snow that came up past their k ...
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