The Winds of Juhalerat

A bullet, the smell of gunpowder, and a dreadful journey.

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The earth mocks the masses, bestowing dust and death as presents.

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In this place, the mountains have a voice that is beyond the power of words.

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His distrust of everything is precisely what makes him trustworthy.

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Your mistakes will be your demise, my friend.

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And yet, trust was never given to us—not once.

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From the dust he came, and to the dust he will return.

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Things have settled down, but we still have business to take care of.

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