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... lace, firewood crackled and popped, casting red flames that illuminated most of the castle’s hall.
Two people sat on chairs, one to the left and one to the right beside the fireplace, with sparks occasionally bursting forth.
The young king listened as the Witch told a story from the North.
The story originated from a distant, dark age—cold and cruel, replete with death.
"The people of Wandong struggled in the vilest conditions, not seeing the sun for over a hundre ...
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