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Snow covered the world in a shimmering blanket that stretched to the towering mountains in the distance. It was cold. Colder than the high mountain retreat of Asellus' estate. Where there the air was thin and brisk, here it bit and stung.
Still, it might have been beautiful if it wasn't so ill-received.
Dee's forced travel sat like a bitter pill at the back of her throat. After a cursory glance at the white desert, she ignored her surroundings to huddle further into the fur-lining of her jacket. With barely a glance, she followed her guide into the ground, the hidden entrance a marvel she failed to note in the fog of her despair.
The similarity of the camouflaged entrance with another set of stairs that had led her into the belly of the Earth was too obvious to ignore, even in the h
