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// The Mysterious Mare (Week 4) 
// Story: The Mysterious Mare: Frozen Ground 
// by Shirlendra 
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Somewhere across the world deep in the frozen north a mare shrouded in heavy, snow colored winter traveling gear stands upon a long frozen road. She has removed her goggles and her light blue eyes survey the sight infront of her. A mountain range extends out to the east and west, blocking her path. Nestled between two mountains is a large grey wall spanning the length of the pass. She can see a large castle sitting far behind the wall, its towers and buildings giving off a soft glow under the pale moon hanging high in the sky to the south. The mysterious mare removes the map from her saddlebag, she makes a note on it with a piece of graphite before returning it to her saddlebag. She dusts the remaining snow off her cloak and pulls down her mask. She lets a low breath out, the steam quickly dissipating in the cold air. She makes sure her hood is secured over the top of her head covering and then begins walking towards the city, the light of the moon and the road guiding her path towards the wall.