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... ore like a sage?" Green Robe Guest walked up to the dark-skinned old farmer, speaking rather helplessly.
The old farmer, whose skin contrasted starkly against the snow, shook the snow off his body and grumbled, "Sage my ass! I’m just a farmer. If it weren’t for you begging me to come, I wouldn’t bother with your damn troubles."
Green Robe Guest smiled and shook his head, then looked up towards the towering, perilous snowy peak, his expression growing solemn.
The old farme ...
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