author:Ten fingers are cold
state:in the series
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In this frigid snowy night, they fear not the cold. They roar to the heavens, their spirits brimming with fervor.,His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth moved rapidly in agitation, and his breaths came out heavily, like the pent-up energy of a volcano about to erupt, each exhale a blast of fury.,Perhaps it was fate that spared me. Perhaps the King of Hell knew I wasn't at peace and didn't take my soul.。