The last push was the hardest. Elara’s lungs burned, and her legs felt like lead weights . The wind, a constant, biting companion, had becom...

The last push was the hardest. Elara’s lungs burned, and her legs felt like lead weights . The wind, a constant, biting companion, had become a furious gale intent on tearing her from the narrow, icy path. For weeks, she had climbed the Jagged Spire, a peak that earned its name from the merciless rock ...