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... cry of the night.
No matter how dense the canopy, it could not conceal the resplendent hues of twilight. No matter how sturdy the trees, they could not withstand the ferocious gusts of fists.
The chaotic winds lifted the young man’s cloak and tousled the swordsman’s silver hair. They stood like generals facing each other before an army, their blades and fists clashing, their strikes landing on each other’s chests. Behind them, the sky burned with the colors of dusk, and the ragin ...
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