Winter Wonderland
Warrior Wednesday for December 11, 2024
Late Gearran, 300 years post-founding.
“Blasted Ifrinn,” the man said as he stopped for the fourth time in twenty minutes. “I wish this snow would stop falling.” He was just a shade under six feet tall, and the snow was dusting the ankle-length black leather duster, making it appear to be spotted. A frown crossed his face as he removed his black hat and …
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