The Frost Ritual
The island was a shard of black rock floating in a sea of frozen grey. In the heart of the eternal winter, Saga lived in a cabin that smelled of pine resin and old blood. She was a smith of the old ways, capable of folding steel that could cut through a nightmare. She had been brought to the island in chains, a fugitive from a land that feared her gift. Erik was the one who had broken the...
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