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Chapter 33: Was the show them fun?
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... as a very old tree with twisted branches spreading as if to touch the sky. Next to the tree, there was a small hut with a single table, a single chair, and a single person in it. Dressed in white mourning clothes, a man sat there in the midst of scattered jars, drinking wine by his lonesome.
He sipped the wine and stared at the endless sea of red clouds. His gaze was quiet, his eyes were like deep wells of water, so deep that there seemed to be no end.
It was daytime in the Nethe ...
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