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Rejection Snow fell on Echo Village, blanketing the cobblestone streets and crunching beneath Neil’s boots as he walked home. He should have stayed the night at Rod’s when his friend had offered, but Neil wanted the comfort of solitude. He fought off a shudder as icy flakes touched his cheek, melted in his hair. He needed time to think. That was all he had been doing in his free time lately. It was half past ten and most of the home and shop windows were dark. The entire town was asleep, now lit by the lamp posts framing the streets at even intervals. Neil tried not to think about who arranged for them to be put there. Yet the

It was a trap. It was Nym’s first thought as she knelt on the edge of the lake, watching faint figures pace on the ship. Cold seeped into her bones and she drew her hood closer before clenching her fists. It was likely she would need her weapons soon and her hands were as much part of her arsenal as her bow and arrows. This was why she shouldn’t have trusted strangers to find loot – they chose cold places she didn’t dare ride Frost to, lest he die by his namesake. It didn’t escape her that this location was also secluded. A good place to kill someone… She shifted to a crouch, making the long way around