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- ...Occasional fingers of bone reach up from the snowy rubble, marking where creatures have succumbed to the treachery of the course. Nalver lifts his chunk of green ice to the level of his eyes and nods at it ever so slightly. He pulls his hand away, and t1.77 MB (283,952 words) - 08:35, 3 October 2023