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... rocks are wet by rain, as if they were stained with vegetable oil, and the ground that was originally burnt is also a black mud.
is surrounded by houses that collapsed in the fire. Only a few dilapidated eaves are still intact. Under such a sky, with the scenery of the deserted garden not far away, everything is as gloomy as a ghost.
The slender figure rushed out of the eaves silently, stepped on the wet stones in the yard, the sword in his hand smoothed across the rain curta ...
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