The Frozen Falls of the Weeping Ravine were a natural wonder of the Northern Badlands. For ten months of the year, the mountain torrent roared like a captive beast, carving deep basins into the black granite before flowing into the southern river valleys. But in the dead of winter, the entire two-hundred-foot cataract froze solid, forming a titanic wall of azure ice, colossal icicles sixty feet long, and jagged cavernous…
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