May 15th, 2022
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In the pitch of night when the cold settles in, when the winds howl with a frosted bite that gnaws at the unlucky souls to call the frozen wastes their home. In nights like these do the hired hands make their moves, stealing what little is left all for their masters, how can the weak stand against them? Still taking a fee, at a reduced rate, does one sellsword cast his lot in with the people. Fighting on in the sleet, buffeted with the snow, painting the white all around him red.
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