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... tory are as sharp as knives, and the snow falls like cotton. Here in this silver-clad wasteland, Maggie thinks of her Master’s warmth at every moment.
Whenever the wind and snow beat against the carriage window, I am reminded of the warmth of your embrace in Duval Castle. It is my only solace in this world of ice and snow.
The hardships of this journey are truly beyond words.
We passed through the muddy trails of White Maple Territory. Their roads are as muddled as the lo ...
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