Chandea, Year of Severus, 16, I.R., the 1st day of Winter, Broken Springs
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The cold winter wind blew once again as Nullus took another step into the thick snow. It was a difficult trek for him especially because, he had to carry the firewood on his back and the annoyingly noisy boy on his other arm while holding the torch on the other as they further into the eastern forest.
Another icy breeze blew in their direction and finally extinguished the torch he held. Nullus clicked his tongue before dropping his torch because of the thick snow covering it.
"We take a left here." Squeakers pointed at the fallen tree blocking their way.
