Dodge strode into the village, the crunch of snow underfoot punctuating the crisp winter air. The scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat wafted from the chimney of a nearby inn, beckoning to him like a siren's call. A soft blanket of snowflakes drifted from the heavens, their delicate dance painting a mesmerizing picture before they were swallowed by the ground below.
Lost Histories of a Traveling Bard
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