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... crane flapping its wings and hitting the clouds, spread throughout the middle of the river.
The child's voice was not high-pitched, even weak because of hunger, intermittent, and occasionally accompanied by weeping.
Like the walking dead, the people who followed the mighty flood of victims and went to the distance also turned their heads and looked at the white crane that radiated brilliance.
"Man-eating dragons, adults who don't care, river roads that can't get out. ...
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