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... the Northern Border, he felt as if he had stepped directly from spring to deep winter, bypassing summer and autumn.
The familiar cold wind, the fierce frost and snow.
Breathing out would condense one’s breath into ice crystals. He gazed upon a boundless expanse of silvery-white land merging with the sky.
And the air that had no taste, was extremely dry, and had nothing but the cold—no signs of life or moisture.
This was the Frost Calamity.
It hadn’t ended ...
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