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Traces of livestock linger, a faint scent of blood. Like one who's lost all virtue yet clings to illusion. The…

Traces of livestock linger, a faint scent of blood. Like one who's lost all virtue yet clings to illusion. The world of five defilements is hard to walk, and life within this burning house harder still.

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