Grummore woke at dawn, his breath steaming in front of him and the snow crunching under foot as he climbed down from the wagon to relieve himself. When he finished, he looked across the valley and found himself walking toward the hill overlooking the village. His breath came hard with the effort, and with his wooden leg si…
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