Snow crunched beneath Tyla’s boots as she paused at the edge of the forest. Behind her, the pale glow of her homeland shimmered beneath the northern lights. Before her stretched an unfamiliar horizon, golden with dawn. She tightened her grip on her frost-carved staff, breath curling like smoke in the air. The warmth tugged at her chest, foreign and inviting. For the first time, she stepped into a world beyond winter.
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