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... p> Gusts of wind howled through the mountain hollow, rustling the dry sand and mud on the ground, sweeping up the slope, making the maple forest in the deep woods sway like countless blood-red flags.
Gradually, the air began to chill, and threads of rain drifted down from the unseen clouds and mist in the night.
This might be the last autumn rain ushering in winter this year.
The cold intensified further, and the biting wind rolled down the slope again, carrying a few fie ...
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