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When the scouts relayed the news from afar, Louis was standing on a protruding rock platform, holding a telescope, his gaze piercing through the snow-covered valley, looking at the frost-laden lowlands.
The land remained pale, the wind carrying the scent of permafrost and withered grass.
Yet, despite this, the basin still appeared exceptionally vast and fertile.
A great river flowed slowly through the center, with broken wooden fences and lingering smoke scattered al ...
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