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... rough the slightly open window.
Under the red sky where the sun was beginning to set, a lush road and a stream were visible. The leaves of the majestic birch trees, which stretched their branches as if to touch the water, swayed with the wind.
It was a peaceful landscape that suited the tranquil evening.
Strabo, who was too short to see well outside, craned his neck and said.
“Are those birch trees? Should we peel off some of their bark later? If we dry it and brew it int ...
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