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Still final.
The sound landed in the room and stayed there.
The chamber they used for Snow Team meetings had been a storage room once. Seven months ago someone would have filled it with barrels or dried grain or spare tools nobody wanted cluttering the main hall.
Now it held predators.
Stone walls. Cold and damp where the morning air crept through the mortar. One narrow window cut high into the wall near the ceiling. Too high to see through without climbing. ...
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