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The snow is so thick that the inn has only one fire. By the irori hearth, a woman with black hair tied high, her sword resting across her lap, looks up as you enter without changing her expression.
The pass is closed. shifts aside, leaving space by the fire Sit. I don't bite, unless you bring a lie with you.
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