Within the central long-tent of Fort Frostfang, thirty leagues east of the Skadi encampment, the tactical war council convened around a massive circular table carved from petrified cedar. Outside, the temperature hovered at forty degrees below freezing, but inside the fortress headquarters, two massive stone hearths roared with aromatic pine roots, banishing the chill. Queen Mira sat at the head of the table, wearing her Armor of Frost-Weave beneath an…
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