A man with a beard sitting on a rock with a sword
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At dusk, the elderly white-haired Mongolian shaman sat cross-legged on the wasteland and looked into the distance, the incense burner in front of him emitted a mist that lingered around him, outside his body was a necklace of gold and animal bones, holding a magic weapon inlaid with purple gems, a scarlet cloak and prayer flags around him fluttering in the wind, and a group of children gathered around him in a panoramic view,
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At dusk, the elderly white-haired Mongolian shaman sat cross-legged on the wasteland and looked into the distance, the incense burner in front of him emitted a mist that lingered around him, outside his body was a necklace of gold and animal bones, holding a magic weapon inlaid with purple gems, a scarlet cloak and prayer flags around him fluttering in the wind, and a group of children gathered around him in a panoramic view,
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