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... the open, sleeping peacefully in the mix of darkness and fire, just like the camps of various tribes mixed into a mass.
The dew is cold and the moss is cold, and the evening wind is silent. In the silent night, Alan woke up suddenly. Like a vigilant lynx, she stood up abruptly and looked left and right, with a sharp obsidian dagger in her hand.
"Well?..."
There was nothing around, only the red-haired tribe sleeping in the grass nest. During the day, a grand ceremony was held ...
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