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We are moving far northwest to a town called Asten, the road is littered with new coffins and tilled land, the tears in the eyes of women do not cease to subside, have nothing to breathe, the air, the air is completely filled with gunpowder, this damned gang does not cease to plunder the cities and empty the prisons of the new minions of James. We are still alive, this is important. On Steam:
