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... woke up, and there were pleasant chirping everywhere.
Shulot was facing the rising sun, shirtless, with the most convenient white loincloth tied around his waist. In front of him was a tank of cold water and a clay pot. Bertard stood silently ahead, looking into his face.
He scooped up a basin of cold water and poured it over his head. The water flowed like a waterfall, flowing through the whole body, the morning wind was instantly cold, and the body was covered with goose bumps, ...
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