The cold winds of winter blew against the shutters of Arnim's little piece of Bariston. His two roommates were still abed since they were late risers. The young smith had a dreamless sleep, at least as far as he remembered. A little snow fell overnight, so he decided to shovel the walk before headin...
Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 5:26 am
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