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... of Mazaro, listening to the wind and groaning in the mountains.
Thirty years have passed. From the middle of his prime to his twilight, he thought that the blood of his life would be spilled on the battlefield, but he didn't know that he had left sweat in this humble mountain forest.
The pride of that year turned into a tender feeling, and he never regretted it.
He walked past the cowshed and patted the head of a few snowflake cows, and suddenly had a thought in his heart.< ...
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