--set in winter--
His breath clouded around his head in the stillness of the frosty morning that had settled over the Greenway. The silence did not deter a sense of vigilance as Will made his way south upon the long-trodden path, with the fog-misted foothills rising up from the rolling plains of farms and meadows. He knew the dangers that had been reported along the roads, Man and foe alike. He had kept his blade at hand for that very purpose.
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