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A humble hut, a few flasks of bitter draught. Patients come and go, their footsteps never still.
Though he once abandoned his sword and the strife it brought, the winds of his old world still find him.

A humble hut, a few flasks of bitter draught. Patients come and go, their footsteps never still.
Though he once abandoned his sword and the strife it brought, the winds of his old world still find him.
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