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The dark cover of night already fell over the high mountains and narrow roads of a distant, distant land. The last drops of cold rain lazily slid the shackles of the dark clouds of the sky, sharply cutting off a sleeping air to its last destination, the country covered by a veil of darkness. It was a distant country, muddy and dark, just like that night. It was raining for many days now and it seemed it will never stop, but you see, it has finally stopped. In the distance, on the road under a big pointed hill, which in those parts of the country stood for centuries and was known for its magical properties, went an unknown rider, covered under