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CHAPTER 112

Author: ANNA COLLINS
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-04 23:51:07

1: Into the Frostbound

The wind howled like a beast across the spine of the northern mountains. Snow whipped through the air in endless spirals, biting into our cloaks and faces as we pressed forward. Each step was a war against the ice-laden terrain, and each breath fogged heavy with exhaustion.

I had seen many battlefields. I had heard the scream of dying men, smelled the stench of war, watched villages burn. But none of it compared to the silence of the Frostbound Citadel that suffocating stillness, cold and complete.

It wasn’t just a place.

It was a grave.

Ophelia rode beside me, wrapped tightly in furs. Her skin, always pale, had taken on a bluish hue, but she said nothing. Her eyes were locked on the path ahead a narrow passage winding between jagged peaks, guarded by statues of long dead kings.

"We’re almost there," she murmured, more to herself than to me.

I wanted to take her hand. To shield her from the biting wind. But she had grown into something more than a queen. She w
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