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Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. A rising plume of feathers vei…

Golden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. A rising plume of feathers veils the sun and moon, to hold back a crumbling world.

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