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CHAPTER 11 : THE CROWN OF FROST AND SHADOW

The dawn that followed the horn’s echo was unlike any other. Pale light spilled over the frost-bitten peaks, but it brought no warmth—only a false calm, as though the mountain itself held its breath. Zavian stood at the edge of the sanctuary, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his thoughts h...