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... on. The settlement's shabby buildings offered no protection from the wind that howled through the alleys like a beast. His stolen cloak did nothing to keep him warm and he felt the chill seep into his bones.
As he walked through the dark streets he saw a faint orange light in the distance. It flickered in the darkness like a torch, calling to him. The source revealed itself as a small fire in a rusty old drum. A man and a woman sat huddled around it, their faces lined and worn from hards ...
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