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... ed to gaze at the high sky.
The remnants of the setting sun had long been swallowed by dark clouds, the wind swirling among jagged cliffs carrying ice shards, scraping past his cold, hard jaw.
"....."
The desolate canyon was devoid of life, the world shrouded in darkness, only the bitterly cold wind wailing like ghostly lamentations.
Where is everyone?
No, where is the Spirit Paper?
".....!"
He stiffly looked up, then down, and finally glan ...
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