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... ntains.
The thick fog concealed everything, making the place extraordinarily quiet.
But within this silence, a disheveled figure stumbled, running and darting swiftly among the trees.
It was a tall, middle-aged man with a brown goatee, carrying a Strong Bow on his back and a short sword at his waist.
"Ha... ha... cough, ha..."
He panted painfully, his chest heaving like bellows, his left hand gone from the wrist, leaving a ghastly wound crudely bandaged wi ...
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