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... d snow across the open plains, whipping against the marching party, cutting their faces like knives.
Pal tugged at his cloak and clicked his tongue, "Can this really be called ’spring’? I haven’t seen a single blade of grass."
Riding a tall steed, his red and black cloak embroidered with gold thread, he stood out remarkably.
Even in the northern wilderness, he maintained the air of a "young nobleman out on a jaunt."
Not far behind him, Willis kept his head down an ...
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