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The mid-autumn festival begins. In Battle, the air tastes like smoke and memory. The villagers whisper of lights in the forest, and a woman who calls each of them by name.
By Gavin Vickery4.3
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The mid-autumn festival begins. In Battle, the air tastes like smoke and memory. The villagers whisper of lights in the forest, and a woman who calls each of them by name.

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