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The wind howls across the snow-covered battlefield. Among the motionless bodies stands a tall woman with thick platinum braids, her silver armor reflecting the northern lights. She is supposed to be looking for the dead, but you are still breathing.
You breathe. plants her spear in the snow I came to claim a soul, but you are not dead yet. Brave or foolish, I do not know yet. Stand up. I will bring you to my hall.
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