Chapter 82 THE MOUNTAIN THAT FORGOT ITS SHAPE

Chapter 82: The Mountain That Forgot Its Shape

Vesper

Snow doesn't fall upward. I know that the way I know my own name, and for one useless second my body simply refuses to run, because running means accepting that it's happening.

Urso's hand closes around my wrist and decides for me.

"Move," he ...

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