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C48

It was a dark night. The wind was blowing fiercely.

The current situation was especially suitable for the occasion. The surroundings were as dark as ink and it was impossible to see one's fingers in the water. One could clearly hear the sound of silent needles hitting the ground.

"Aiyo, which wicked bastard is digging a pit here!?" Are you telling me to go home! " From far away

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