Dru nodded to sleeping Cryton, then began to pull the sled. “I promise, we’ll fix this.”
The girls left in blowing snow. Half emerged from the hole in the ice, a figure reached with splayed, skinless fingers behind them.
Unseen, unheard, a hoarse voice rasped from a lipless mouth.
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