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... >I feel so cold, I wonder if somebody else is too. That kind of thought naturally leads to a bitter longing.
That somebody may be a lover. Or family.
Or someone else…
Tock, tock.
Under the starless morning sky.
A middle-aged man stood on the walls of Jevarsch enduring the cutting wind.
At his waist was a sword in its scabbard, adorned with a gray jewel that resembled the eyes of Jervain, not losing its shine even in the north wind.
The ...
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