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... in protest as I tried to move. Every joint ached, every breath scraped against my ribs like broken glass.
Still, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Alice—standing there with the severed head of the Snow Lion, frost still clinging to its bloodied mane, her silver-white hair tangled and wild like the storm she’d just walked through.
She looked like something out of myth.
"Come on," she said again, more impatiently this time, voice cutting through the cold. "You’re not growi ...
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