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... the room, the cold air still pierced my cheeks. I pushed that cold air into my lungs, turned it into a big sigh, and exhaled it into the air. A white mist came out my mouth and slowly disappeared.
No good. I was already at my limit. It was impossible for me to stay still in such a room.
At least I should drink ale to warm my body, but the pottery jar placed on the table did not show a drop of liquid when turned upside down. I had to stay in this chilly room without any coziness. ...
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