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... lley, their granite faces weathered by time and etched with the marks of countless centuries. The wind whispered secrets through crevices and cracks, carrying the echoes of old songs long forgotten. Cascading waterfalls... Staubbach, Trümmelbach, and several nameless others... thundered down the cliff faces, sending silver ribbons of water plunging into the emerald depths of the valley. Their constant roar drowned out all other sounds, forming a natural curtain that concealed the sacredness of w ...
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