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Spring conjured mixed emotions in Seraphim Heel. Runoff from the snowcaps signaled the mills’ productivity would double in the coming months and the impenetrable drifts that clogged Matchstick Gorge began to melt, freeing up the Old Salt Road to merchants from the south. But spring’s awakening also reawakened the wraiths. Thawed from their icy tombs, they chased off any travelers thick enough to traverse the gorge alone.

All this mattered little to me and the other occupants of Seraphim Jail. Our days were the same regardless of the season: dark, dank, and inhospitable.

 

Spring conjured mixed emotions in Seraphim Heel. Runoff from the snowcaps signaled the mills’ productivity would double in the coming months and the impenetrable drifts that clogged Matchstick Gorge began to melt, freeing up the Old Salt Road to merchants from the south. But spring’s awakening also reawakened the wraiths. Thawed from their icy tombs, they chased off any travelers thick enough to traverse the gorge alone.

All this mattered little to me and the other occupants of Seraphim Jail. Our days were the same regardless of the season: dark, dank, and inhospitable.

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