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Then finally, late one day, there was a triumphant cry from Aver sighting the Isle of Sere, the capital. When she cried out the Sudesian word for home, it was one of the most joyous sounds I’d ever heard.
A bunch of walking snowmen, priding themselves on self-control. They’re barely alive. What is the point of living if you can’t let yourself feel anything?”