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Post by Foxfairy on Oct 9, 2005 9:01:21 GMT -5
A sharp, razorlike wind flashes across the mountains, carrying with it minute daggers of snow and ice. This is the Northland, where the sky dances with the aurora, and the primal, eerie song of the wolves flies over the pines. It is a harsh land, of snow and ice, but the creatures that inhabit this place understand the necessity of brutality.
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