The wind bit like teeth.
Selene pulled her cloak tighter as the hunting party trudged through the knee-deep snow of the Whispering Valley. The sun had not risen above the clouds in two days, and the landscape looked carved from ash and ice. The trees here were stunted and brittle, gnarled into twisted shapes that whispered with the wind.
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