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... orm had finally backed off, though it left behind its signature move: a landscape so white it hurt to look at. The snow wasn't soft either.
It had that thin crust on top that cracked if you stepped wrong, which meant Meren was cracking it every three seconds and apologizing to no one in particular.
Ashwing trotted beside Lindarion like a cheerful shoe infestation. Every few minutes, it would sneeze. And every time it did, Lindarion flinched, because the last one had melted a patc ...
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