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box!'
'It could be treasure, do you think?'
'It's growing legs, by the Seven Moons of Nasreem!'
'Five I was a boy, when you lay in bed on that first morning in winter, and you could sort of taste it in the air and-’
The clouds parted below them and there, filling the high plains country from end to end, were the herds of the Ice Giants.
They stretched for miles in every direction, and the thunder of their stampede filled the air.
The bull glaciers were in the lead, bellowing their vast creaky calls and throwing up great sheets moons-’'Where'd it go? Where'd it go?''Never mind about that, it's not important. Let's get this straight, according to the legend it was five moons-'In Klatch they take their mythology seriously. It's only real life they don't believe. The three horsepersons sensed the change as they descended through the heavy snowclouds at the Hub end of the Sto Plain. There was a sharp scent in the air.'Can't you smell it?' said Nijel, 'I remember it when
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