Chapter 119 THE PERPETUAL WINTER

Millie’s POV

Winter is my least favorite time of year.

I stand at the mouth of the mine with my arms wrapped around myself and stare out at the white. Gray sky. White ground. White trees. White everything, all the way to the edge of the world.

“Hate,” I tell it. “It.”

The wind howls back.

I’m a...

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