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- WHILE NORTH RECOVERED IN Big Root, the spectral boy rollicked across the planet as he pleased, from the wilds of Canada to the Himalayas to Arabian desert sands, riding on the wind or on fleets of clouds he’d commandeer at his whim. He could outrun any moonbeam and took prankish pleasure in hiding from them. He could never sit still for long. It was as if he’d been locked inside for ten thousand rainy days.
- Which wasn’t far from the truth. Being locked inside Pitch’s cold heart had been like a prison. Still, it wasn’t the dagger that kept Pitch paralyzed all that time, but the goodness of the spectral boy. The boy thawed the tiny fragment of goodness that still lived inside Pitch and kept his evil frozen, unable to act.
- Nicholas Saint North and the Battle of the Nightmare King Chapter 11
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