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Chapter 115: Drift (3)
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The cold had teeth now. Wind moved wrong, like it curled between trees looking for something warm to bite.
Even the snow felt heavier. Not deeper. Just... more there. Denser.
His boots sank less with each step, like the ground had turned from powder to stone.
"Feels staged," he muttered.
Varik didn’t answer.
Lucen adjusted his gloves. Checked his mana bar.
[138 / 148]
Not bad.
He stepped over a frost-covered lo ...
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