The three-mile trek from Kaelen's cabin toward Frostfang Gorge was a descent into an ancient, primeval labyrinth. Towering limestone cliffs rose three hundred feet on either side of the winding mountain canyon, their sheer faces coated in thick sheets of blue glacial ice. Gnarled weeping spruce and ancient hemlocks grew horizontally from the rock crevices, creating a natural woven canopy that shielded the canyon floor from the biting winds and…
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