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... The world here was a monochrome nightmare of white and grey. The wind howled like a banshee, carrying ice shards that could strip flesh from bone.
"Finally." Executioner exhaled, a cloud of steam escaping his lips.
He stared down at the solitary hut, almost buried in snow, sitting precariously on a jagged ice peak. He stood up, balancing on the head of his massive Red Dragon, a look of pure relief washing over his face.
’Finally, we can land. Three days straight with ...
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