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... raversed back and forth.
On the moving snowy plains of the extreme north, an officer wearing a dogskin hat and a thick cotton coat withdrew his gaze from the binoculars, flexed his frozen stiff fingers, brushed off the ice shards from his beard, and turned to look at the soldier responsible for sending messages next to him.
"Report to superiors, this is border post 1402, observing the trajectory of the snake pathway."
Beep beep beep... beep beep...
"This is the Ha ...
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