Cracked Soil
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The night had already thickened, and a team of forty riders marched quietly in the Filiuzha Valley along the direction of the river. This cool and secluded valley winds between the vast plains where the Persians and Turkmen roamed freely, and is surrounded by the Copet Mountains on all sides. The undulating mountains are vaguely continuous and guard the sides of the valley. This thousand-year-old Iranian ancient road has witnessed many joys and sorrows in the world in the endless years. Here, people's hearts have experienced joy and joy, sadness and tears, and also death and separation. The long night has gone deep into the darker and darker second half of the night. Next to a long line of horse teams, there are fourteen figures, dragging their steps, and a rope connects them front and back. Inside, there were nine young women and one young girl. The girl was not tied with a rope, and fell behind the team exhausted.
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