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... wanting to think about anything.
He didn’t need to think about anything, didn’t need to do anything.
Just gazing at the empty expanse of sky and earth before him.
Looking at the murky sky.
Looking at the rain falling from the sky, hitting the bamboo leaves, seeping through them, dripping onto the moss in front of him, pattering on the stones beside the clearing.
At the edge of the clearing was a natural rock.
This rock had a rather peculiar shape; ...
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