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Mohawk tailed Gwyndolyn as she scaled the icy path of the Weeping Wall. Each strained step brought the pair closer to sky. Looking over his shoulder, Mohawk paused to survey their territory. Highvalley, and everything in it, felt so strangely inconsequential at a height so great at this. He turned and took another step forward. Silence had spread between them, but in his mind, Mohawk’s thoughts traveled a well-worn path. He was filled with reflections of Yuaei. He missed the feeling when nothing had dislodged their synchronicity. There had been a past when they’d understood one another so fully. But time had changed their relatio