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Whiteweald

By: Connor Landon Freeman

Eirwen walked across a sea of iceflow and glacier, her feet never feeling the cold. Evergreen trees rose up from the coastline, reminding her of home.

She had sculpted towers of starlight, forged caverns of moonstone, and brought down the enemies of the dawn. She knew spells of healing and spells of flight, spells of seeing and of knowing.

Then why did she feel so alone?

She had seen the world and walked now amongst the primordial anchors of the north. She felt nothing of the temperature, but it was still so cold...

Maybe it was time to go home?

© 2025. Connor Landon Freeman

Connor Landon Freeman is a young author living in rural Indiana with interests in history, folklore, and weird fiction. He is currently working as a game designer for Bordermen Games.

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