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| Rain slicked the stones of the path like old glass, turning it into a treacherous trail toward the Frost Tower. Lash moved with practiced ease, boots steady on the slick surface. She’d tracked the horned beasts across frozen ridges and slept in hollow trees to escape the cold bite of death. But today, she wasn’t hunting prey—today she hunted fame. ~~~ Read the full story at https://jjshaun.com/2025/07/20/the-frost-tower/ |