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... and the snow-covered mountains.
No matter if it’s morning or afternoon, there is only the faint light of the snow-capped fields, casting a faint silvery-white gloss onto the cold, deep-grey stone. The ruggedness and scratches are all traces of the ages, and the stories of holy wars that have endured to this day seem to have been awakened, whispering in the wind.
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Lanci and Sikder heard the increasingly clear sound of drums and orchestral war songs, passing through th ...
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