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... up ahead.
Mid-November.
It was the coldest time of the year, the chill wind biting to the bone.
The nobles on the train had initially thought little of the situation, confidently believing it was a fuel issue. The scenery here was beautiful, with white reeds undulating like floating clouds in the sky, and waiting for a while seemed no bother.
Until they heard the rustling sound of hooves, bizarre howls like those of the Cannibal Tribe snapping their mouths, the sa ...
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