In the desolate wilderness, a caravan of horses roamed the way, with vehicles of various sizes and logos. Those familiar with this trade route know that it was a combination of caravans that were put together on an improvised basis.

The caravan seemed to have been gone for a long time, and the people had lost the interest in talking, and remained silent. Only the sound of the horse bell kept ringing, accompanied by the sound of the wheels crushing on the ground, echoing between heaven and earth, breaking the silence here.

The procession marched in silence

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