“It’s a ticket.” “A…ticket?” “For a voyage. Through Glace.” He holds out the paper that gleams with neat silver letters. I can make out my name and that of his kingdom, but all the other letters are too slanted, too squashed, too small. And they wobble to the drumbeat of my heart. “By train,” he adds. “Activities include reindeer spotting, ice fishing, skating, a visit to the greenhouses, a soak in the hot springs, and anything else you’d like to do.” I lift my wide eyes to his, trying to make sense of his words, since they are nothing like what I expected to find within that parchment. “I
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