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发帖数: 720 | 1 I thought night had fallen, yet the west sky seemed to be flecked by magic and
started to glow, as bright as fire cast upon an ancient mirror. A swift
moment later, golden flames died away and turned red like burning woods;
another while slipped by; even the seeming woods were burnt out, except that
dark red flames were leaked through ashy clouds. All the time we were looking
at the sky, the dark flames were gone. We seemed to enter an enormous cave,
dimmer and dimmer as we got deeper into it |
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