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The wind pulled hard as Targ climbed higher. The back draft from the cliff face ruffled his wing feathers, pulling each back against their pattern. This lifting was letting in the cold fingers of the Ice Queen.
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The wind pulled hard as Targ climbed higher. The back draft from the cliff face ruffled his wing feathers, pulling each back against their pattern. This lifting was letting in the cold fingers of the Ice Queen. Allowing her to touch his white soft skin, as he fought for stability. It was cold, so cold, even the droplets of water in his eyes were like grit, as they turned to ice. Yet again, he blinked his inner eyelids. The pain of the crystals scored the gentleness of his mind, again reminding him this was not the weather for flying the high crags of Snowdon. "She must be somewhere, she has to be!" He said it to himself, for the thousandth time. A desperate and heavy fear gripped his heart tighter with each breath he took. Oh, how he wished for the thermals of summer. He remembered how in the blue gentle skies this climb...
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