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... Ranger, born from the Evergreen Mountains, often said this while setting up camp before each sunset, gazing at the deep red slash across the horizon with such sighs, describing in his own words as a "quite romantic notion" — it was the greatest courage and the utmost romance in the world as the apocalypse approached.
However, neither courage nor romance could halt the steps of death. The Ranger fell at the last kilometer before the crossroad, a malevolent arrow piercing his chest, an ir ...
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