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Legend of the Empyrean Blacksmith - Chapter 177
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... er so often a cry of the crows startled him away from his thoughts which had entirely turned crimson . Barely enduring the pain, he scuffled through the narrow and dark alleyways full of nigh-unbearable stench, occasionally whimpering and wailing, almost in accord with the low howls of the stray dogs .
Whenever he would grow too tired, he'd lean against the wall and take a breath or two before moving onward . He knew that if he fell asleep in the middle of the street in this cold, he' ...
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