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Three days. That is what the distance to the village of Oakhaven is, if the snow holds and the wind does not tear the pass apart. You have counted the miles in your head since the decree came down. Three days of hardtack, three days of bitter broth, three days until the winter seal sets in and the roads become walls of ice. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, a border guard for the Northern...
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