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... arth is heavy, the sun and moon have no light. In desolate villages and wild graves, white bones appear, old crows fly in fright as ghosts laugh, people are in disorder, unable to foresee their fate. A jug of old wine is enough for this remnants of life..."
On a rugged mountain road, a line of ox carts creaked as they moved forward. The driver warily watched the dense and deep forests around them, his eyes full of terror.
Beside him, an old man and a young man were riding on hors ...
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