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... g the main road. Shadowy figures of Ghost Cultivators loomed outside the windows, while inside the carriage, a mother and daughter shed tears in tandem.
At this moment, it was December 3rd, around four or five o’clock in the morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the moon was about to set. It was the darkest hour of the day.
The Fingerless Nuns, carrying lanterns that emitted a gloomy Ghost Fire, quietly followed both in front of and behind the carriage, responsible for leading ...
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