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Morning dew fades as swiftly as time itself, slipping away before one can grasp it. The young yearn to escape …

Morning dew fades as swiftly as time itself, slipping away before one can grasp it. The young yearn to escape their humble beginnings—but the seasoned wanderer always finds his heart drawn back to the quiet village that once nurtured him.

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