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  • Reads 8,537
  • Votes 903
  • Parts 34
  • Time 5h 27m
Complete, First published Oct 28, 2020
[FEATURED on @teenfiction and @YA] After a life-changing move, Winter Moore realizes she needs to learn to climb if she wants to kick old habits and have a chance at her dreams. Murdoch Hayes, a lone-wolf and rock climber extraordinaire, might just be able to help.


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When Winter moves over 1000 miles away from her hometown of Toronto to live with her half-aunt in Minnesota, she doesn't know what to expect. Soon confronted by her past and daunted by her future, she finds herself struggling to meet the expectations placed on her and is thrown into free fall with no one to catch her. 

But with the help of new family, friends, and a surly boy named Murdoch, Winter might soon be able to overcome her walls... and maybe break down a few others in the process.


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