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... ught it would be. It was also quite strenuous like any other tasks in the fortress. I honestly do not know which was worse, freezing out in the cold or burning in the heat of the cooking stoves in the kitchen fires. My back drenched with sweat as I bent down to fan the fire cooking a pot that contained porridge that I’m pretty sure would taste bland.
The head cook, a big woman that looked like the size men combined yelled loudly, barking out orders like she was the captain of some warshi ...
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