The journey to the Ironwood Mountains was harsh.
Cold winds buffeted the rebel company as they ascended icy paths. The forest grew sparse as the height increased, and the sun hid behind bruise-colored clouds. There was no song of birds. No calls of animals. Only the crunch of boots on frozen earth and the far-off howl of something worse than wolves.
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