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If only promises of hatred breaks easily
The weight of their woven sacks of baggage, coupled with the natural force of gravity is so far, their only enemies as they hiked up the steep hill. It was almost midday and the sun is as scorching as ever now that it reaches the surface of their skin. The woods have thinned themselves, unlike the thickness of it previously that they can’t see the sun. According to the map of Heusef, they are about near a quarter into the wasteland, and they are about to see what truly it is like, once they are deeper into it. They were about to see, once they went past the hill. Though approximately they would still have enough rations to reach beyond the wasteland and back, their packed food has significantly depleted. They could have saved it if not, disappointedly for the fact that all the time that
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