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... nally began to relent.
Faint blushes of evening glow appeared at the edge of the sky as the cries of cicadas came in waves.
A lithe teenager, about sixteen or seventeen, ran barefoot on the muddy path, splashing mud with every step towards the mountains behind the village.
“Ah Niu, it’s getting dark. Don’t go up the mountain, or the tigers will eat you,” someone called out.
“It’s not just the tigers, there are also ghosts and goblins!” another added.
The b ...
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