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... iger had become no taller than an adult man, lying quietly in a fifty-meter-deep pit where the rocks below faintly resembled gold.
"Hiss..."
It was like the unsheathing of a sharp blade, and the clashing of swords, a resonant metallic sound arose with each breath the White Tiger took, and with it, the rocks beneath it transformed.
With each breath the White Tiger took, the rocks dimmed ever so slightly, and with each day and night, they diminished a bit.
Finally, ...
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