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... ts had seams and winter didn't care.
The snow in the village had turned to a soft crunch, trampled down by enough footsteps to make it politely navigable.
The inn sat at the end of the lane like it had done something heroic. Probably hadn't. But it was warm, and it had chairs.
Lindarion shoved his hands in his pockets and let the others trail behind at varying degrees of exhaustion and carbohydrate overload.
Meren was hiccuping softly like he'd fought and lost a b ...
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