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Chapter 64. Whispers Beneath the Ice.
Author: Hencho
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Rhok woke up with a start.

His back was pressed against cold wood, and his head throbbed like he’d been clubbed viciously by a bunch of angry little goblins.

The thought made him feel sour.

His arms felt heavy, like they’d been frozen and thawed. His breath came out ragged, but it was breath, which meant he was alive.

There was noise around him, numerous voices and movement. Plates clattering, then a hand touched his shoulder.

“Hey,” someone said.

Rhok blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light. The fog was gone. He was inside a room. Lanterns hung from the ceiling. Wooden beams crossed overhead. It smelled like stew and smoke and... people?

Actual people?

A crowd stood around him. Villagers. Men and women. Their faces were pale and tired, but wide awake. Some looked confused. Others looked like they had just remembered who they were after being lost for years.

A young man stood at the front. Brown jacket, short black hair, sharp eyes that looked like they had experienced thing
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