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They are not always rude, primitive structures. Houses of extraordinary grace rise from the blanketing snows, thriving upon the bone-deep chill of the Assevan winter.

dead faces stared, glassy-eyed, from the walls of the ice palace, ringing the great hall in macabre splendour. Five glacial figures hung in forlorn companionship, but one wa

And while no one could be found to confirm the rumour, this report, too, winged its way back to Ekamet.