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Chapter 554: Frostspine pt 3
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... cision; it was a slow, agonizing grinding of bone against stone.
There was no surgical strike, no elegant maneuver that bypassed the butcher’s bill. It was the kind of raw, uncontrolled violence that stripped the soul bare, leaving nothing but the cold.
The outer walls were the first nightmare. I had frozen the moisture in the air until the stone was coated in a treacherous, glass-like sheen of permafrost, intending to make it brittle.
But the ice worked against my own me ...
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