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... ay by the bright red sun among the mountains, and the sky was as blue as freshly dyed silk, smooth and clear.
The sky cloaked the ring-shaped mountains of the Blackbone Marsh, and below lay the Joan of Arc Castle.
The Joan of Arc Castle seemed like a gray patch, sewn onto the pale yellow grasslands by the white canal.
And the refugee camp was the stitching of this patch.
In the open space outside the camp, Horn exhaled a breath of mist tinged with orange by the su ...
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