Chapter 97: Searching For Herbs
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Updated : May 25th, 2025
The next morning, Maxwell woke up to find his tent almost buried in snow.
He stepped outside, stretched, and thought about how much he'd enjoyed listening to the snow hitting the tent all night. It had helped him sleep soundly.
Squinting against the bright whiteness, Maxwell noticed thick layers of snow weighed down the trees.
The footprints leading to his tent, the wolf tracks from last night, and even the campfire were covered.
After packing up, Maxwell looked around, picked a direction,...
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