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Chapter 4: Creation
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... he only clean place in the outer sections of the entire shantytown.
These poor people would rather let themselves be dirty than desecrate the resting places of their ancestors.
Perhaps because the day had washed away all the rain and mist, there were no heavy clouds in the sky. The crescent moon of early spring was exceptionally bright, its silvery light flowing like water and draping like gauze.
"These mud-legs... I don’t know what goes on in their heads, always asking f ...
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