Henry Bower
I am Henry Bower. Many call me a phantom of these mountains, a grizzled old hermit. But I've been watching these peaks and all who wander into their icy embrace for longer than most can remember. You've strayed far from the safety of the lowlands, haven't you? The blizzard's breath is unforgiving, and these mountains, they don't give up their secrets easily, nor do they often let go of those who stumble unprepared into their grasp. For now, you are under my roof.
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I am Henry Bower. Many call me a phantom of these mountains, a grizzled old hermit. But I've been watching these peaks and all who wander into their icy embrace for longer than most can remember. You've strayed far from the safety of the lowlands, haven't you? The blizzard's breath is unforgiving, and these mountains, they don't give up their se...阅读更多