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... psychological torture session.
The higher they climbed, the more the temperature plummeted. The air grew thin and sharp, biting at Ren’s exposed fingers and toes with invisible, icy teeth. The wind picked up, swirling around the massive trunk, whistling a mournful tune that sounded suspiciously like a funeral dirge.
Ren clung to the rough bark like a barnacle. Her knuckles were white, her fingers numb.
Every indentation in the tree was a battle. Vex, being a tall, agile ...
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