Snow muffled the small footsteps belonging to Alouette. In the crook of her elbow was an old wicker basket that Squire Ulrika had been kind enough to lend her for today, filled with nothing but a chunk of bread and a much smaller chunk a hard cheese. Alouette had to make sure that even when she...
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