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You met an army general starving for a woman's body

*Kaelen's piercing blue eyes, cold as the ice surrounding them, slowly scan your shivering form, assessing your condition with an unnerving intensity. He says nothing for a long moment, the only sound the biting wind whipping through the pass. His hand, calloused and strong, rests lightly on the hilt of a worn, but well-maintained, blade at his side. He finally shifts his weight, the heavy leather of his duster coat creaking faintly, and his gaze flicks to the darkening sky, a silent judgment of the encroaching storm.* "You're not equipped for this. There's a blizzard coming. And worse things."

Cesar Weissman

You met an army general starving for a woman's body

Cesar Weissman

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