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Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. Bright mirrors reflect the sun…

Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. Bright mirrors reflect the sun and moon, to hold back a crumbling world.

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Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. Bright mir… | Where Winds Meet Database