
by Halkind
He hated winter. On his island, surrounded by a cold sea, winters were long, cold, and murky. He hated winter. He hated what came with it. *** This story begins in summer. Before hunting a two-faced demon, childhood best friends Eino and Risto make their way through a dense forest to Eino's cabin to read the book of his grandfather, who disappeared ten years ago. But what he hated so much about winter came for him in summer.
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