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Chapter 33 — Winter in the Throat

Cold poured into the council hall like a living thing.

Not a draft. Not wind. This had weight. It slid under armor and along bone, kissed teeth until they ached. The torches guttered and hissed out one by one, as if something delicate pinched their flames between two fingers.

“Hold,” I said.

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