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... er hand, is a skewered snake roasted on the spitfire.
Not far behind the trees were remnants of houses. There are some traces of old houses and a lot of stiff corpse can be seen on the patch of green land.
‘May I join you?’ Azief said
She just nodded listlessly. Azief walk to her and sit on the chopped log beside her.
For a moment they do not speak to each other, just looking at the fire, Sofia keep roasting the meat.
The firewood crackles and sometimes So ...
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