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... as I flew through the air. Wind cut past my face; it wasn’t a wise choice to move through this land, which I had only heard of through novels, being run down by beasts.
Technically, as a reader, what one reads forms an imagination, and for me, the imagination of this ancient realm was filled with beasts, a line of army, strongmen, and whatnot, working under the Empress as if it were some kind of factory. But what I saw was just a different world here.
From up here, the view stret ...
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