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Chapter 2: Exploration
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... or rather, what was left of it.
His elbows rested on his knees, hands hung loosely between them and his eyes were empty.
In front of him stood a crooked stone gate that had clearly lost the will to remain upright. One pillar leaned at an angle that suggested it had given up arguing with gravity years ago. The wooden signboard above creaked softly in the mountain wind, its gilded characters faded and cracked.
"Celestial Origin Supreme Sect." he whispered
Silence. < ...
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