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Chapter 391: D145. From the Abyss_3
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... s deep valley, more than ten fully armed Soldiers stood on guard, surrounding a crevice in the rock wall.
Though the winter at the Border was not harsh, deep within these mountain ridges, all one could see was a quiet expanse of withered yellow, with even the midday sun failing to bring much warmth.
The howling cold breeze swept up the withered grass, entering the crevice in the rock wall without an echo.
Light as feathers, the withered grass silently skimmed over the twi ...
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