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“You know what the handle is, my lord?” asked Gray. “Tell me.” “Mammoth ivory. The tusks of a great beast, long since gone from this world. But they roamed this land in their thousands when our ancestors first arrived.” Roper looked down at the cream and black marbled handle of Cold-Edge, wondering if that could be true. “They arrived to find a frozen land. The landscape sliced apart by rivers of ice and earth so cold that trees could not grow, if the Academy is to be believed. Our ancestors, the first Anakim, carved out a home in the ice. They made fire from animal bones and shale and turf ...more
The Wolf (Under the Northern Sky #1)
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