They stretched out wide, wide enough to dwarf Arthur twice over, but only the top remained whole, fully formed. A hand's-length down, longer in other places, some lines of crystals stretched almost to Arthur's knees, and the frost began to melt, turning to slush that pooled at his feet, though Arthur's hoarfrost wings didn't move he stood atop the platform the slush made, though it
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