Kibber's Sword
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The cold wind, a noise that never ceased, coated anything not moving with ice. Enough of a reminder to keep walking on its own but the anger, deep biting anger raged stronger. It drove the unrelenting pilgrimage across the frozen wastes. The wind did its best to cool the pilgrim's emotions but they were simply hidden at best. In a moment they could reignite.
The shadows aside the pilgrim, danced with glee, anticipation, and obliviousness in contrast to his dour and stoic stomping through the snow.
loss, shame, anger
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