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... the sky looks unusually blue and high.
The breeze sweeping across the land now carries a chill, and the crops and grasses are turning brown, ripening or withering away.
Winter is coming soon.
The promised death of winter.
Since there’s no way to bring the Necropolis into play yet, I first warned the users I’m close with on the board about the upcoming cold wave.
Message from CrunchRoll: I know. We’re going to have another one of those this winter.
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