2. Waiting For Winter’s End
All except the weary man who from a high tower in the citadel gazed down at a barren courtyard where stood the skeletal remains of a long-dead tree.
To him, the new season seemed destined never to arrive.
In his hands he held the broken shards of an ancient horn.
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