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Due to the heightened ingestion of Guy Gavriel Kay novels, the expanse behind my home calls for nothing less than the stance of a (pretend) conqueror, purveying the snowy spoils:


To be fully appreciated, add a dash of Zelmani and revel, for the moment, in pure bliss.

(Bromance and fireside chats of lands lost, optional.)

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