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... the mountains, the night low-hanging, and the sky’s color a dull near-charcoal, the bone-chilling wind bowing the thorny roses on both sides of the mountain path.
Between the leaden night sky and the pale blue of the mountain plains, one could faintly make out an abandoned outpost.
Rosen instinctively tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, slowly adjusting his breathing as he surveyed the surroundings;
He turned to look at Alice, who followed behind him, only to se ...
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