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Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden warmth of the eye. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a prayer of thanks to the Burya. Andi sat vigil, his amber eyes reflecting the celestial glow.

Hours felt like days. The cold bit through layers of wool and hide. Just as Ganco’s knees began to buckle, the screaming wind abruptly died. They had breached the eye. ganco_andi_burya

Most would flee, but Ganco strapped on his leather goggles and checked the seals on Andi’s harness. Legends spoke of the Heart of the Gale , a pocket of absolute calm at the center of the storm where rare, glowing frost-flowers grew. These flowers were the only cure for the sleeping sickness ravaging the lowland villages. Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden