The wind howls. Seeping through the cracks. Invading their sanctuary. Carved out in this place. Forged and built and earned. From back breaking work. From dangerous deeds. From everything that went before. Lending them this placed. A final refuge. In their twilight years. When all is said and done. All duties passed on. To younger bodies and less
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