Ashes
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I remember once, there was a beautiful place. Animals would frolic, the grass was the greenest anyone has ever seen, and every spring, mountains would cry down snowmelt, refilling the freshwater streams. There were majestic houses, and no one became hungry or poor. I should know, I lived there once.
But I also remember...
How it all became ruins.
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