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Something was happening to the weather. Winter itself was miving South, lapping at the warmlands with tongues of ice. And riding the cold wind between the tall, ruined cities were the bitter LANN, their curved swords already bright with blood. They could be stopped, Carl knew, but only at a terrible cost--only by unsealing the Vault and releasing the hideous powers of the Doom!
