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CHAPTER 22

The young day still held the rays of the sun, dancing over the horizon, just on the other side of the world. Mist, as visible as a burning smoke, swerved in the cold morning air, making it impossible to see clearly. Murmurs and whispers circulated the serenity of the forest as the people traveled along. Even the twigs and dried leaves that carpeted the forest, cried in agony as different weight brushed pass.

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