Wuyi’s cabin in the village was vacant. It wasn’t unusual for the adult to leave the Frostblown to explore or trade for several days—or even a week—but his scent hadn’t just faded. It was almost impossible to tell who had lived there.

A scrawled note was left atop his bed. I’m sorry, but the Frostblown hasn’t felt like my home since Bai Shi left. I’m tired of pretending. Thank you all for being my home while I grew up.
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