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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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The stranger is like jade, the son of the world is matchless - this is the beacon. When the abandoned children shed tears and watched their homes being burned, when the weapons in their hands are only fists, when the warrior's lips are dry and cracked looking at the setting sun, when the blood drips on the broken battle flag - the chaotic world has begun. And look slowly - the beautiful river and mountains, the wind and clouds change; there are men - cross the sword, the waves beat the shore!