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... of a cliff sat a man with blood-red long hair, grinning like a fool.
His red scarf billowed slowly in the wind.
This was his favorite time.
When the yellow sky unfurled.
The sensation that the world itself was writhing in tension.
It was a feeling that reminded him of his old hometown.
“What the hell are you doing? Why did you mess with Hardenhartz?!”
At that moment, the man’s pleasant musings were interrupted.
He slowly turned his ...
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