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FROZEN SLOPES STRETCH THEIR icy fingers to leaden skies, and winter gales sweep clean the vast, white prairies. Though captured, he escapes. Though beaten down, he rises, even as the mountains rumble and the waters rush and roar.

But enemies persist. The dead and dying litter the long road to freedom, and many more must perish.

My beloved …