Two days after the Council of Alphas, the temperature over the Ironwood Taiga dropped to fifty degrees below zero, freezing the needles on the pine boughs into brittle glass. A pale, frosted sun hovered low on the southern horizon, casting long, razor-sharp shadows across the pristine snowdrifts. A scouting party of eight moved silently through the dense interior of the Whispering Pines gorge. At the head of the column was…
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