Sure, here's the translated text:
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Early the next morning, the two rode horses galloping down the road, guided by the cormorants in the sky.
The winter wind mixed with the moisture from the lakeside made it feel both wet and cold.
The clouds above remained bleak, and the wind emitted a low moan as it passed through the reeds.
It seemed Sir Fist was having quite a time with the lady who cast the curse.
The places where they met were centered around Ham, spreading over several surrounding villages.
Lann and Geralt rode into a rather ordinary small village, indistinguishable from other villages across the mainland.
On the dung-filled, muddy road, dogs, cats, and poultry walked by, barking and clucking.
The villagers hid behind closed doors as the two hooded knights sped past, not daring to speak.
Fortunately, their target wasn't in this village either. The knight had gone far away to rendezvous with his lover; the target certainly wasn't this small village.
