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... oat, a heating stone cupped in her hands, yet the cold never bothered to snow.
It was a dry bite, a thin air that scraped the throat. The tundra changed under them. The white crust turned coarse and the bison’s hooves answered with a grind, like stone on stone.
Radeon reined it in. His body slithered down and let the wood sink its awareness into the ground.
The crust was not snow at all. It was salt, pale as ash. Death energy sat inside it, held tight as if the land had l ...
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