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... his brain.
The mining machinery of the Victorians, the patrolling soldiers, the transport routes—these pieces of information were vital.
He took a deep breath, feeling the sting of the cold air filling his lungs, then carefully crept down the slope.
His movements were light and agile, like a fox traversing the snow, trying hard to avoid making any noise.
Although the Victorians made no concealing efforts, their actions were almost blatant, as if they didn't care ...
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