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Promises

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last update 게시일: 2026-10-09 17:01:56

ZARIA'S POV

The howling wind outside turned into a solid wall of white noise as a violent arctic blizzard slammed down from the upper peaks, burying the mountain pass in six feet of fresh snow. Moving forward was impossible; even a silver wolf would freeze or be swept off the cliff edge in a storm this wild.

Vanya led us off the main trail to an abandoned mountain lodge built of heavy pine logs and granite rock, tucked safely into the lee of a massive cliff.

Inside, the thick walls held off th
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