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... plintering like fragile shells underfoot, sending splinters flying.
Though the noise was alarming, it evoked the lightness and grace of an ape.
This was a grove of red magnolias; even in the dead of winter, the red magnolias had quietly bloomed. As the shadowy figure moved like a ghost, the trees shook violently, showering countless pink petals down.
If it were daytime, this scene would be undeniably breathtaking.
Unfortunately, it was late at night, and the place ...
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