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... The slope steepened, turning from deep powder to a slick, wind-scoured sheet of ice. The sapling runners we’d lashed to the Centurion’s belly groaned under the weight of the wounded.
Seraphine’s team was failing. They were nobles, mostly—students who trained for duels on heated floors. They weren’t built for hauling dead weight up a ten-degree grade in a gale.
One boy slipped, knees hitting the ice. The sled lurched backward, sliding toward the drop-off on the left.
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