The key to it all, he was sure, lay in the object he held carefully in his frozen hands. The boy wasn’t quite sure how he would use it, but he hoped that its purpose would reveal itself when he reached his destination…
His feet ached and face stung as he was slapped across the face by the bitterly cold winds that rose from the endless frozen tundra. In truth, he didn’t know where his final destination lay he was merely following the request of a dying man ” follow the great wasteland south to the great peaks beyond the horizon, there lies the gate” he had croaked through gasps of desperation.
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