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A white figure glided over the surface of the water swiftly as silent as a ghost. She did not even disturb the fireflies.
She walked past the wheat fields at the height of summer. The smell of harvest filled the air. They did not understand the battles between cultivators. As long as they still managed to survive, the mortals would continue passing each day like normal, year after year.
A pale, slender hand swept past the sharp awns of wheat. Her head had been rai ...
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