The wind is withering the green trees and the fallen leaves are rustling. It seems that autumn has set its inherent style for this era of war and chaos.
At dusk, a large group of refugees came from a distant big city toward the plain in front of them. Their destination was a refuge in the mountains. There was a very old gentleman and several of his students. Each of them was carrying a heavy cloth bag on their shoulders, and they were panting from exhaustion.
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