Part 2, Chapter 102 The Polar Region, the snowfields at the boundary line. Deeper even than the already inhospitable Arctic—there lay the domain of the northern Watcher, Crowley. When the flock of inky bats swelled together turned to mist and vanished, the figure they’d veiled appeared. A Black woman, Mistletoe, turned back with an impassive face. “She’s climbed the Tower....
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