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Hamvang tugs the ear flaps of his hat and scratches his scraggly beard. "Clyde took a fall into the Maer Dualdon (lake) last winter... feels like a lifetime ago... poor man's lungs have never been the same since. Can't carry a firkin without an awful coughing fit.""Too bad he's sick. What ails him that his daughter has to take over running the place?"
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