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The cold wind howled past their ears, seemingly wanting to pierce through their eardrums. Their jet-black hair hit their faces, yet it was actually so painful, however, they did not care about it at all, they only knew that they were constantly urging their horses to speed up, a little bit faster.

They had taken three days to catch up to the ten-odd days of travel

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