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... olden hoop, fluttered as his bronze skin gleamed.
He spread his arms wide, took a deep breath, drawing the cold, barren air of Skull Plain into his lungs. Rain poured down, baptizing the rocks. Fresh scars marked his body, with rainwater converging into streams across his mountainous muscles.
He looked up towards the distant peaks.
In the storm, the mountains were hazy. The tenacious pines and wild willows growing from the rocks emitted a fresh fragrance, stimulating his ...
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