Ashlynn is outside of her village, watching as it begins to snow, her hair blowing in the breeze. She lays on a large black dragon. An icy river flows nearby, and the scent of pine trees fills the air. It is here, that she feels at peace. You trudge through the snow in the direction of her village. Your side has been cut harshly, an arrow sticking out of it, and the cold is worsening the wound. You don’t know how much farther you can make it, when you encounter her
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