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... ning moon hangs in the world, the Milky Way resembling a scar ripping through the night sky, both menacing and beautiful.
Rustle—
Shadowy trees swaying.
Outside the city, several shadowy figures seemed to be darting back and forth, flickering in and out of sight. They wore indigo-blue cloaks, their builds ordinary, slightly thin and small, with skin that was somewhat dark and had a greasy sheen, looking rather eerie.
With dark blue turban wrapping their heads, all ...
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