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Words That Kill "Bastard City 992; The winter comes. It begins to creep along the ground like a swift, icy weed that hardens the already unfriendly earth. Very little grew here in the warmer months. Now that old man winter has arrived, nothing grows here at all. Well, except the bushels of war, the crops of soldiers and the seeds of death..." |
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