The Frozen Bond
The ice of the High Arctic does not merely freeze water; it freezes time, hope, and the very soul of a man. I, Elias, have spent three winters in this white purgatory, a prisoner of my own debts and the unrelenting cold. My creditor, a man whose heart was as jagged as the glaciers, had given me a choice: pay the sum in gold or let the frost claim my limbs one by one. I found my salvation in a...
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