Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Eight: Davan's First Winter

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Snow in Kaelthorn was an event. Not weather — an event. The city had strong opinions about snow. The east side dealt with it through the specific stoic pragmatism of people who lived near a cliff and understood that conditions were variable and you planned accordingly. The west side dealt with it by immediately becoming twelve percent slower at everything while maintaining the firm belief that this was someone else's fault. Davan's position on snow was: extremely interested. She discovered it on a Tuesday morning in December when Zevran carried her to the entrance court of the Hold and set her feet in it — she wasn't walking yet, she was eleven months old and had decided walking was still under consideration, but her feet worked fine for standing in snow while being held upright. She l

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