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... hung high in the air. The cold light shone on thin and long figures, which fell on the desert, creating a strange and twisted appearance.
Like pitch-black snakes, they wriggled and followed the group in silence.
More than 30 figures walked forward as if they did not know fatigue. Under the dim light, the monotonous gravel and needlegrass seemed to circle back and forth without end.
The mumbling that was filled with madness lingered in his ears. It was like mercury that wa ...
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