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Icebound Isle • Megan Cutler
I returned to my first world, dismayed to find it dying. Everything I built remained; the high tower, the markers, the secret place. Winter claimed the rest. Rolling green hills shrouded in snow. Warm, sandy beaches became mud traps. Withered trees shuddered in violent winds, shriveled branches reaching for the sky with no leaves to … Read More Read More