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The truth is that they are just two shades of the same loneliness, friends in commonality, holding each other through the storm.
Glacians. Dawsyn’s grandmother taught her that the ice beasts were impervious to the cold, that they were the cold itself.
Ryon’s expression is flat. “I’ve never drunk from the pool.”
“That is a haberdashery.
