Mason After the river, the cold bit into us even more viciously. Steam rose from Corin as her inner fire dried her clothes, but the rest of us, myself included, felt the chill deep in our bones. Still, anger and the nearness of our goal kept us warm. This land belonged to my enemy, and with every breath I drew here, I could feel Silver Stone’s decay seeping into my soul. “There it is,” Silas whispered, barely more than a quiver in his voice. The dense pine forest abruptly ended, and we stopped at the edge of a yawning chasm. Across it, silvered by the moonlight, a massive waterfall plunged into the depths. Its roar was like constant thunder. But it wasn’t the sight of the water that struck me most. Around the waterfall, the air itself seemed to vibrate. A faint, violet-blue glow enveloped the rocks and water—Glacier’s magical barrier. It looked like a massive, pulsing dome, sealing the fortress from the outside world. “This is the Ancient Guard,” Silas said, his knees ne
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