Young Rant clutched a sputtering old gas stove, wrapped in ragged clothes made from patched scraps, lying on the thick ice and snow at the mountainside, gazing at the distant Day One Mountain Range. Nearby, several other Rhine people, like him, were lurking in the snow. They, too, were bundled in heavy clothing, holding gas stoves for warmth. Some had new and exquisite stoves, their clothes pristine white, better suited for hiding in the snow. Others, like young Rant, had worn stoves with patched clothing made from colorful scraps.
Even so, this old gas stove was Rant's treasured possession, bought with all he had. It was the only way he
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“Uncle Simon, what... what should we do?” Young Mali addressed Simon for the first time. Faced with the threat of death, the noble boy finally let go of his pride. Unfortunately, Simon didn’t know what to do eit
