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CHAPTER 4 By the time I reached Frór's cabin, the sun was already setting behind me. The wind was picking up, cold but also treacherous. The sky above was still largely cloud-free, but the air was filled with a chilly mist from the lake. I crossed the narrow part of the promontory slowly and with great care, grateful for my walking stick. I was wearing my winter hiking boots, their treads almost cleat-like with their ability to hold on to the ground beneath me. So far as I knew, no one had ever fallen from this road, not even in the harshest gale. But there was always a first time. After I reached the far side and the road once more had stretches of meadow grass on either side of it, I relaxed and picked up my pace. It was already too late to head down to the shore for my nightly texts