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... ttle creek.
The creek chuckled, the fish within it plump and beautiful; the woods were carpeted in fallen leaves, untouched by the chilling desolation of winter.
Atop a large rock by the creek, a woman clad in a thin blue robe sat quietly, cradling a horsetail whisk, under the trembling golden brilliance of the trees.
"Do you know why the Demon Country desperately wants to move southward?"
The shimmering water reflected fallen maple leaves, shattering the world in ...
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