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... capital was like a mass of spilled ink, dark and monotonous. The afterglow of the setting sun was just as dim. What sunlight remained filtered onto the lands like a gray cloak. The entire world seemed to sink down under the pressure. Even the clouds melted into the darkness of the sky.
Pedestrians on the streets hurried on their way. Few people knew the details of the imperial edicts which had been issued, but they saw the blood-red dark swallows, and could thus guess that catastrophe l ...
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