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... o slow over the frozen muddy ground, with the axles creaking between snow frost and permafrost.
Outside the window was the gray-and-white interwoven Northern Wilderness, where the remnant snow had yet to fully retreat.
The wilderness was silent as if asleep, with nothing but the sound of the wheels rolling and the occasional cold bird startled from the branches.
Inside the carriage, the temperature was not high, yet because of the dim oil lamp’s glow, it felt especially s ...
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