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... erd heard it from his grandmother’s wrinkled lips as an old tale.
But the man who walked briskly, trampling on the withered leaves, was different.
He had seen with his own eyes the vitality that had filled this land, and at the same time, he was the one who had ruined it all.
He was the one who had whispered the words of temptation to the madmen who had tried to summon the spirit king by force.
Soon, the man stopped his steps.
In front of him, there was a pile of de ...
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