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... f birds in the sky, but there was no such thing. Here, it was far too cold for birds to fly, and even the sunlight came in a pale, gloomy glow. There was barely any warmth in its rays.
Aric had donned his armor once more and went to the water reservoir placed within the tent. He dipped both hands into it before splashing his face with the freezing cold water. Only then did he notice the stains of blood on his hands—none of it his.
It belonged to the men he had felled the previous ...
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