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Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. Rosy clouds veil the sun and m…

Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. Rosy clouds veil the sun and moon, to hold back a crumbling world.

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