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... hat filled the lands, and the cold that stuck to one’s skin. To most, the North was a snowy abyss where you could die at any given moment.
Aside from the snow-biting cold, there were numerous monsters, barbarian tribes, and, not to mention, the occasional skirmishes against other countries.
Yet to Lucen and the others, this place was home. It didn’t take long for their group to once again see the high walls of Ironhold.
They had finally returned from the Capital to their ...
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