Iron Valley: Linney's Campaign

Cheese for a secret?

I jump when icy drops fall on my face, freezing the spots where they land and the path they take across my skin. I open my mouth to complain, but a frozen wet hand rests on my forehead again, freezing my thoughts and my actions and whatever thing that was happening in my brain—if there were something happening in my brain.

The cold hand disappears, but I don’t feel relief. I kind of want it to come back.

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