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... n't marching or sharpening blades.
Instead they were laughing, singing, and drinking until their words slurred into the howling snow outside.
The entire outpost buzzed with warmth that didn't come from fire alone.
Barrels of northern ale were rolled out like treasure, the smell of roasted meat and smoke hanging thick in the air. The soldiers of the North had earned it. For once, they had won something worth celebrating — a decisive defense against Central raiders that had ...
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