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 The woman sits at one end of a crooked-legged table, concentrating hard on her plate of blood sausage.

It’s nice. Warm. The soldier and his family are chattering, but between trying not to drop the sausage before it reaches her mouth and the ringing in her ears, she can’t make out what they’re saying.

She overcompensates and squishes the sausage in between her fingers, the dark mince inside bursting out of the skin. Gerdur taps the table to get her attention and asks, “You sure you don’t want me to cut that into pieces for you?”

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