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The form of the mirage was perhaps the dream and hope of generations in Horsehelm Village. Oil is replenished,…

The form of the mirage was perhaps the dream and hope of generations in Horsehelm Village. Oil is replenished, the lamp relit, the sound of picks rises again. From this day forward, Horsehelm Village will no longer suffer from drought.

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