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Chapter 122: The Frozen Perimeter

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-03-09 00:16:22

The aurora bled purple across the sky—an ugly bruise across heaven—and all I could think about was bleeding the Fear faction dry for teaching my four-year-old son to fear the dark.

The chain snapped tight.

A jarring, serrated ice tug at my ribs that forced the air out of my lungs in

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