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<h1 id="character-backstory-halvar-rune-bearer">Character Backstory: Halvar, Rune Bearer</h1>
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<p>The boy stirred. A movement in his room brought his senses to him. It moved like
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a shadow, hunting across his wall, and he feared he was the prey. Slipping
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quietly from his blankets, he reached under his bed, and swiftly brought forth
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the shield his father had given him. None too soon, as green flame erupted from
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the shadow, streaking across the room. The boy raised his shield, as the flames
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crashed upon him. In the same moment it was over, the boy standing among the
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scorched wood, his shield glowing brightly from the runes inscribed on its face.
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The shadow stepped forward, no longer a monster but a human figure, and bowed
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deeply.</p>
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<p>“You have within you the secret of the runes,” it said in a voice impossible to
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place. Shifting in tone and pitch, the boy was uncertain if he was watching a
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woman or a man. He was starting to think it was another entirely.</p>
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<p>“The gods are not dead, nor is magic. Your sword, your blood, is proof enough.
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Your destiny calls you, Halvar. Take forth your sword, and learn its true name.
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Reveal the secret of the runes. You, Halvar, you will–”</p>
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<p>A loud belch erupted from the man next to him.</p>
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<p>“Give it up, Halvar! We’ve heard your tale a thousand times. It’s a good story
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but a better lullaby once we get into the mead!”</p>
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<p>Laughter sprung up, and Halvar leaned back into his chair. The dark bedroom
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faded from his mind, replaced with the warmth of the nearby fire. The inn was
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empty, save them, and it felt vast compared to his memories. After a long drink
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from his cup, he spoke.</p>
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<p>“Alright Baldur, I see I may talk you children to sleep with my tales of
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greatness and destiny. Come then, you tell us one!”</p>
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<p>As others rallied the cry, the door to the inn was thrown open, and a figure
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stumbled in. Dressed in the armor of a town guard, he glanced around the room in
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a panic, before focusing on the hearth and the gathering of men there.</p>
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<p>“The road! Wolves! The caravan is under attack!” He shouted.</p>
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<p>Halvar rose without hesitation, as those around him looked to him.</p>
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<p>“Baldur, watch closely. This is how legends are made!”</p>
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<p>He ran from the inn, reaching to his hip and finding his sword. He hadn’t
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remembered putting his belt on earlier. He must have done so without thinking.</p>
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<p><em>Too eager for song and drink!</em> He mused.</p>
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<p>As he neared the edge of the village, several others joined with him, and
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together they began down the road. Howling could be heard on the wind, and the
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woods were lit with the dancing light of torches.</p>
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<p>Halvar turned to the others. “I will go first, and draw their attention. Ivar,
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try to target the ones in the back with that bow. Tad, you go for the wagon. Our
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goal is to draw them from the caravan. Once they’re away, get the wagon moving!”</p>
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<p>He turned, then, and ran, not waiting for his companions replies. He knew time
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was short, and greatness lay only around the bend.</p>
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<p>Running fast, sword in hand, he came upon the caravan. The horses were frenzied,
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but still harnessed. A small blessing, he thought, then regretted, seeing the
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first of the dead. To his left he could see two wolves in the brush, and he
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guessed three more must be near his flank. He turned his back on the two,
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taunting them, as he moved past the wagon. His simple farce worked, and the
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wolves made to pounce. The first wolf fell to his blade, as the second danced to
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his side. From behind, he heard movement, then a yelp. He dared a glance, and
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saw two more wolves. One was laying on its side, an arrow from its neck. The
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other began to circle.</p>
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<p>A sudden crack of reins drew his attention away to see the cart lurch forward.
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The distraction was enough, and one of the circling wolves lunged. It caught
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Halvar’s empty arm, and pulled him off balance, to the ground. Slashing wildly,
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Halvar quickly recovered. His arm was mangled, the blood dripping from his hand
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as the spittle dripped from the wolves mouths. The second wolf then lept, but
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was caught mid flight by an arrow, and fell to the ground lifeless. Now
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outnumbered, the remaining wolf retreated to the darkness of the woods.</p>
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<p>Ivar was upon him then, supporting him as they quickly made after the caravan.
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His arm burned, his chest pounded, and his head swam with anticipation of
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Baldur’s face, when he shared of his glory.</p>
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<p>“Good shooting, Ivar! That’s two for you and two for me! Wait until Baldur–”</p>
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<p>In a white blur, Ivar was torn from his side. Stumbling slightly, he turned to
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see a great white wolf, the size of a small horse, with Ivar’s neck in its
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teeth. With a snarl, it ripped the life from him, and as blood dripped from its
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mouth, it spoke in the common tongue.</p>
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<p>“You will die this night, rune bearer. You cannot be allowed to live.”</p>
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<p>Halvar took up his stance. His left arm useless, he put it between him and his
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enemy. The wolf then bellowed an unearthly howl, which echoed in the woods and
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was joined by more voices.</p>
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<p><em>Unfortunate</em>, he thought, <em>This would make for a great tale. And not a single
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skald around to watch!</em></p>
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<p>The two circled. The great wolf snarled a laugh of sorts.</p>
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<p>“Do you know of me, manling? I am a daughter of Fenrir. I am to join my father
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in Ragnarok. I will feast upon your gods carcasses, and drink of their blood!
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You are not a god. What hope have you against one as great as me? Bare your
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neck, and I will end your life quickly.”</p>
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<p>Halvar smiled. “Do you know of me, pup? I am Halvar, son of Haakon, son of
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Eirik, son of Odinson. I carry the secrets of the runes, and will herald the
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return of the gods! You dare impede my destiny?! You will serve only to further
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my legend!”</p>
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<p>With renewed vigor, Halvar attacked. Sword was met with fang, as blow after blow
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was traded. The great wolf, no stranger to the weapons of man, danced around the
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blade. As each grew bloodied, they parted, panting and weary.</p>
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<p>“You fight well, for a runt.” Halvar managed between breaths. “Tell me your
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name, great wolf. No warrior should live in legend unknown!”</p>
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<p>The wolf bared its teeth, perhaps mimicking a smile. “I am called Ísstonn, ice
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fang. A vetrgarmr. Daughter of Vetrkona, Daughter of Hati Hróðvitnisson.”</p>
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<p>A crushing of snow behind him signalled more wolves. Halvar knew his time was
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over.</p>
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<p><em>Never a skald around…</em> He began, then was interrupted by a yelp and a thud. He
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glanced over his shoulder to see one of the two wolves laying still, an ax in
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its side. From the woods, a figure emerged.</p>
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<p>“You’re not a skald, but you’ll do!” Halvar shouted, a grin now upon his face.
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His father stepped forth, drawing the handax from the wolf, and moved to join
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him.</p>
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<p>“Father and son shall fall by my fangs!” Ísstonn barked, and the fight resumed.</p>
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<p>Once more, sword met fang, and blows were traded. Halvar and Haakon fought the
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winter wolf, as other wolves howled in the dark woods. The bravery and skill of
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the two was too much for the great wolf, and before long she lay bloodied and
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defeated on the snow.</p>
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<p>“You fight with conviction, Haakonson,” she spit, as blood ran from her mouth.
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“Beware my father’s fang, manling. He will devour your gods.” The light faded
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from the great beast, as the last fog of its breath disappeared into the cold night
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air.</p>
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<p>The two men made haste to the village. The night now silent.</p>
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<p>“Halvar, what happened tonight, no one in the village may know of it.” Haakon
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said, as he bandaged Halvar’s arm.</p>
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<p>“Surely you joke! What happened tonight is a story to rival the legends of old!
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Ow!” Haakon squeezed Halvar’s arm tightly. Tears welled in his eyes, as he
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stared with an intensity Halvar had not seen for many years.</p>
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<p>“Halvar. You indeed have a great destiny before you. This village is in danger
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if you remain. You must leave here, and find your legend beyond these fields.”</p>
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<p>Haakon then stood, and dared clear his eyes with his sleeve. After a brief
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pause, he went and retrieved a small chest. He heaved the heavy container onto
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the floor besides Halvar, and beckoned him open it.</p>
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<p>Within, Halvar found a suit of chain mail, polished and oiled. Beneath it, a
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leather tunic, and nestled next to it all, a helmet.</p>
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<p>“This was your grandfather’s, and his before him.” Haakon said. “If the stories
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are to be believed, this mail saw many battles, some during the great war.”</p>
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<p>Haakon then placed two hand axes next to the chest. “These are yours now. Muninn
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and Huginn, named for the All Father’s favorite ravens. May they serve you well,
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as they do him”</p>
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<p>Finally, he laid Halvar’s sword upon his lap. “And this, you know of. What you
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may not know is the legend of this sword. Here, a drink and our final toast.”
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Haakon handed a cup to Halvar, and they drank.</p>
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<p>“Ages past, when myths were made, and magic was commonplace, the keepers of the
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runes used their powers to gift man with powerful weapons and armor and other
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trinkets. This sword is one such weapon. I know not its true name. My father
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told me it was called Eljunvegr, Enduring Hope, as I have told you, but there
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is another name, lost to time. These runes, they are more than just decoration,
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as you well know. Legend says, in the time of the great war, this sword was used
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by a great berserker of Odin. Odin’s ritual to save humanity would destroy any
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and all around him, and Odin commanded his men flee and live. This berserker
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refused the command of the god, and fought alone to protect the All Father,
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ensuring his victory. He fought with this sword, as you now will.”</p>
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<p>Haakon then helped Halvar don his armor, and brought to him a pack. They then
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went outside, to meet the dawn. Haakon led to Halvar a horse, and then returned
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to the house. Before entering, he turned.</p>
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<p>“You do honor to your family, Halvar. Never forget that.” With that, Haakon
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moved inside, and closed the door.</p>
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<p>As Halvar neared the edge of the village, there stood two men. He recognized one
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as Baldur, and after a moment recognized the second as Tad.</p>
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<p>“Leaving so soon? Surely you’ve tales of your daring rescue last night?” Baldur
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said, stifling a yawn. “Where are you off to so early? It looks like you ride to
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war!” He chuckled.</p>
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<p>“You saved this village last night. That caravan had food and medicine.” Tad
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chimed in.</p>
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<p>“We saved the village, Tad. You, me and Ivar. We did.” Halvar replied, his voice
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lacking in its usual bravado.</p>
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<p>“Well, seems your adventures were a bit humbling. I admit, I fear what an actual
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adventure will make you!” Baldur laughed. His expression then grew sober. “Every
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great warrior needs a shield, Halvar. I know how much this means to you. I
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a steel mouthpiece. “Consider them a reminder: your legend started here. Now go,
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your father will have our beards if we’re seen with you.”</p>
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