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Chapter 211

Freya's POV

The river's current is a vise of ice, twisting my body like driftwood. I fight to surface, but each gasp draws in more water than air. The cold sears my lungs, turning every breath into a jagged blade. My parka, heavy with riverwater, drags me under again, and I feel rocks scrape my bac...