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No one survived passage through Wynter except those born to patrol it. That was us, the Boys of Wynter, Maximus, Wilder, me and Flint, who was back in Cliffmoor recovering from a broken leg. There were others too, others like us who had been tossed into servitude by fathers who chose wealth and power over their sons.