Yasolda coughed a bit, walking outside into the کڑوا, تلخ cold of the Swedish winter. She took her ax, chopping a bundle of wood up for the آگ کے, آگ in her hut that she shared with her mother, father and siblings. Looking in the distance, she saw a ship moving around. That was a viking raiding ship, meant to get supplies for her village. She walked back home, carrying the bundles of wood on her back with rope keeping them strapped to her. While walking, she looked on the ground, noticing a strange footprint, making her raise an eyebrow. Animals that were common to the area she lived in did not have...
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