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... Shan did not wear a hat, allowing the black snow to fall directly onto his face.
The temperature of his skin slowly melted the black snow.
Black acid rain water flowed into the corners of his mouth, and though he kept his mouth tightly shut, water still managed to seep in.
It was bitter, astringent, icy, and carried an indescribable foul smell.
Ai Shan was thin and light.
Hanging on the rope, he swayed in the wind like a feather in the air.
The rop ...
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