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... Even as cold as it was, sweat ran down my face briefly before freezing to my skin.
Pulling the shovel back down, I slammed it into the hardened ground once again to repeat the action.
The line of dirt leading away from me was longer than it had been yesterday, and that was all that mattered. No matter how little progress I made in a day, it was being made.
Starting construction at the beginning of Winter wasn't the smartest idea, but it was all we had. It beat sitting aro ...
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