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... midst a field of broken walls and ruins, howling winds swept through, one gust after another.
These winds were different from elsewhere, faintly carrying a hint of bloodiness, and even more so a chilling killing intent that wound around one’s heart in threads.
Each inch of soil was stained with blood, and over such a lengthy expanse of time, it had turned a profound black. When one grabbed it, it felt like solidified mud, with a slightly moist sensation that was strangely eerie a ...
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