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... e of the silver lake this time, where the solid land and the frozen lake surface have long been indistinguishable.
The sky became darker under the thick clouds that roared like a roar of war horses. Even though it was almost eight o'clock in the morning, it was still just like dawn.
This constantly roaring world could not help but bring a heavier breath to the funeral.
By the lake, in front of Maca, there were hundreds of thousands of chairs. At this time, as a wizard, regar ...
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