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... n Sparrow!
“Stop!”
The wind swept down, carrying snowflakes with it. The white linen wrapping the stone stele fluttered violently in the wind.
Han Cheng, who had been beating the drum all the way, now stood in front of the stele. He struck the drum hard once more, then shouted.
Tie Tou stopped walking, and the sled came to a halt. Han Cheng and the tribe’s shaman stepped off the sled and walked up to the stone stele.
The Eldest Senior Brother took the drum ...
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