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... as he left the reach of the sunlight spilling into the Yeti-Made Cavern.

’It’s just darkness, cold, and enclosed space…nothing to panic over Aoni.’ The Lad mused to himself in a weak attempt at calming his anxiety.

’The only danger here is being buried under multiple feet of snow…all the monsters and creatures that could have been living in this area were forced out by the Territory Boarder…’ Working on his factory default setting of using every bit of information he had on hand, ...

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