“Have you been to Mammoth Pass for the Winter Festival before?” Tia asked. “No, I’ve never even left Balarand before,” Beatrice said. “Is it like the Winter Ceremonies?” “Nothing alike. I would not even be able to consider them the same species of celebration.” Beatrice was simultaneously perplexed and intrigued.
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