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“They stood together in a little moonlit space, while trees slept all around. Frost fretted the air like silver-gilt. Was she dreaming? Morozko was a part of the night, his feet incongruously bare, his pale eyes troubled. The living world of bells and icons and changing seasons seemed the dream then, and the frost-demon the only thing real.”

The Girl in the Tower - Katherine Arden