‘So, this is the place?’
The man grinned, revealing chipped and blackened teeth, his hair blonde against the blood-spattered furs he wore. His similarly-attired companion shrugged.
‘Some sanctuary. It doesn’t even have a door.’
‘Huh. C’mon. This is where she’ll be.’
They moved towards the small building, their boots crunching against the snow. More flakes swirled around them, catching in their long tangled hair, melting on the iron blades they carried.
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