SCARLET BLOSSOMS
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The wind rustling through the sleeves and the icy coldness of the Kunlun penetrated deep into his skin as his senses returned to him. He blinked his eyes as the blurriness faded, and clarity returned.
But still it took a moment for him to register what he saw.
It was a broken picture of ruin and destruction.
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