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... still bit through the mountain air like a blade. Each morning, after Leroy left for his "hunts," Lorraine wrapped herself in the thick fur cloak he had bought her and made her way down the narrow, frost-glazed path to the village.
At first, they hadn’t trusted her. She was too clean, too well-fed, her voice carrying the sharp cadence of a noblewoman. But day after day, she came. She helped the women draw water from the frozen well, mended clothes beside them, laughed at their jokes, and ...
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