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In the cities and the centers of villages, tripods of spears are tied together. The ground around them littered with gerbera flowers, crops, coins, even some with animal offerings.
Though some people circle near them, looking at the sacrifices, no one dare touch what is left there.
The hardy, strong and able, make their way north. To the cold, to the snow, to the blistering winter. "We go to honor The Fury" "I go for strength" "I take my men up there to show them true determination" "I want to see the warriors" "My pa was a good man, I go to remember his sacrifice"
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