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... s towers piercing the grey-white clouds like frozen spears. Snow never stopped falling here—not because of weather, but altitude. The entire territory rested so high in the mountains that the sun rarely touched the ground.
Trafalgar leaned against the rail of the upper deck, arms crossed, wind biting at his cheeks. Icy flakes melted against his skin and dark coat.
’Now this looks like a demonic castle. The other one was just... fake fancy. This one? Gives off proper cursed energy ...
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