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1295 The freezing winter didn't spare the old and the young. In Pietrarubbia, four children under the age of five and two elderly over the age of fifty died from the cold and from fatigue. It wasn't any better at Monte Boaggine, where the village and castle were exposed to the cold north winds. In San Lorenzo, there were no victims. Bonzio, as always, had accumulated sufficient provisions to face the harsh weather, and everyone survived. In the spring, there was still food and wood to burn in abundance. Her face gaunt, pained, and a bit of gray hair, Rosa had lost weight. Yet, according to the men who patronized the castle, she was still a beautiful girl. Maria, on the other hand, had grown into a very lovely young lady, taller and shapelier than her sister. Since that cursed day at t

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