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... , the hooves of their warhorses thudding rhythmically against the packed dirt of the old trade road, echoing in the valleys between the craggy slopes and golden seas of wheat. The air was thinner here, high in the mountain passes, but not unpleasant, crisp and touched with the earthy scent of pine and wind-scattered pollen. The sky overhead was a faded canvas of late afternoon, clouds drifting lazily like half-formed thoughts.
Neither Ludwig nor Celine spoke much as the terrain gradually ...
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