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... tch of wasteland. The weeds that could grow to waist-high seemed to be restricted by some invisible barrier here, with only shallow grass barely covering the ankles.
But to be precise, this area couldn't really be called wasteland. There were mounds of earth rising one after another, with stone tablets inscribed with characters standing in front of them. This place was full of graves!
"Girl, if you're scared, you can stand here. You don't need to help me over," Third Great Aunt s ...
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