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... t was a futile attempt. The acrid wind howling through the steep, snow-covered mountain pass around his caravan tore right past his best and pointless attempts to stay warm.
He didn’t bother trying to start a fire. Nobody did.
They weren’t that eager to die.
Ice Wretch Mountain didn’t allow for heat within its domain. The massive spire of ice and rock had existed for only the gods knew how long, and as far as any records went, not one person had ever so much as survived l ...
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