Of Frost and Fire
Even though it was midafternoon, the sun's rays did little to penetrate the thick, heavy, gray clouds that cloaked the sky, and my breath frosted in the air, like a stream of icicles before flowing away to the ground.
Winter had already spread its chil y blanket over North Carolina for the season.
That's where the academy was located, in Cypress Mountain, a suburb tucked up in the mountains above the artsy town of Ashevil e.You could tel Mythos was a place for rich kids just by walking around campus. Al of the buildings were made out of old, dark, gray stone covered with curling coils of ivy, and every single one of the perfectly manicured lawns sported a thick layer of grass, despite the co
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