author:<small yasmola>
state:in the series
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The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.,Clouds layered upon each other, merging into one another, dispersing streaks of crimson lightning accompanied by booming thunder.,Year squinted his eyes, in a blink, an icy chill swept over him from all directions, piercing through his tattered coat and invading his entire being. Gradually, it stole away his warmth.。