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How the crows survive up on Soldier’s Peak, Shale doesn’t know, but they do—and they hop through the snow after her, their little beady eyes eager and shining. “Maybe it’s the fire crystals,” muses the Warden. “Try these.” The crows don’t stop hounding her—but the further cold radiating off the ice crystals makes them keep their distance, and perhaps her almost tangible urge to crush them into a pie does too.