Winter in Tulsipur was gentle.
The fields wore a coat of gold, the air smelled of burning wood and sweet gur being prepared for harvest festivals, and the skies stretched endlessly blue above the ripened crops.
Winter in Tulsipur was gentle.
The fields wore a coat of gold, the air smelled of burning wood and sweet gur being prepared for harvest festivals, and the skies stretched endlessly blue above the ripened crops.
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