Deep within Seoraksan. The hour when mist draped the ridgelines like a dragon cloud and owl calls began to sound one by one. “……Great Elder! Greeaat Eeldeeer!” “Ugh…… you little punk, loud as hell.” “Sir. That’s too much.” “Too much, my ass. Did you boil and eat a megaphone you found on the street or what.” “……Your repertoire of curse...
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