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If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
Dear Cullen:
Not much to say about the Emprise. It’s all sharp and cold. Red lyrium everywhere like shards of bloody ice. Frozen to my bones and I haven’t stopped shivering.
Also, the wind hurts my face. Would rather be curled up with you. Save me some mead.
Miss you the most,
D https://t.co/mawV0hWGWO