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That night, winter fell like an anvil. From Kjnardag’s glittering slopes a cold snap stabbed south and crackled in the Iscan Bay. Snow descended. A parasitic host bedaubed the north with grotesque white.
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All I gotta say is, this book must have been a bitch to copy edit.
Huso’s story is weird. His writing style is weird. His word choice and useage is weird. 567 more words