Chapter 18 THE MOUNTAIN THAT WATCHES BACK

The climb into the foothills began before the sun rose.

Dawn came late here, pale and timid, a thin smear of light brushing the jagged ridgelines. Frost clung to every blade of grass. The wind sharpened with every step they took toward the Whitefrost Peaks.

Ella pulled her cloak tighter as the col...

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