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... hin the ancient mirror.
A man cloaked in blood-red robes wielded a crimson longsword, wandering through the vast desert.
His blood-red robe fluttered noisily in the wind.
A lonely shape under the sun, from afar, it looked like a smudge of crimson sunset.
An injured girl, clutching her bloody wound, marched relentlessly towards this crimson figure.
The crowd watching the scene was somewhat moved.
"For such a cruel and heartless blade to strike you, ...
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