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... rly cold, though it was not winter.
The green mountain pierced through the clouds, rising high into the sky.
Below it, the peaks were scattered apart in some places and clustered closely in others.
On one hill that barely rose more than ten meters above the ground...
A massive man stood.
His long, curly hair flared like the mane of a black lion.
His loose black garments lifted over his broad shoulders like a raised tent.
Several tattoos mar ...
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