The Archer of Beast Woods

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The overcast sky was thin enough to permit the western sun to filter through, but even with my head tilted towards it, I couldn’t feel its warmth. I didn’t think I needed to worry about frostbite, but the numbing chill of the air was hard to ignore.

This area’s climate rarely had snow even when it was cold. When it did snow, there would be a thin layer on the ground at most. I’d known this back when I was in the temple. Even now it was “just” freezing, and there was no sign whatsoever that snow was coming.

I pulled my cloak tighter around me and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. I was walking on the dirt by the side of a cobblestone road. Walking on the road would actually have been dangerous. It had already deteriorated with age and was full of holes. I’d be likely to trip unless I was very careful.

“Ugh... Too cold.” My breath came out as a white mist.

Setting out in winter had, I thought, been a bad move from a common-sense perspective.

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