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Mountain Stories

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Spoils of War: Cold as Ice

A fleeing man narrowly escapes his pursuers, and offers his reward to the spirit of the ice.

Snowflakes melt on my face as I numbly trudge through the ever-deeper cover of cotton-like snow. I give a silent prayer to the Gods for the cold. Else I would never have gotten this far. I reach a patch of windswept land and up my pace. A backward glance...