IdkWhatNameTbh
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The winds howl and the snow falls. The freezing winter bites and knives and claws at any and all inhabitants of the barren land
A woman, broken and downtrodden, ventures there to cast off one of her burdens
However, the Burden is found and he is reforged
(I own nothing, not the art or the names and places mentioned)