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Don Quixote, clad in his worn armor, a pan to the head, embarks on a journey towards the majestic Alps. As he traverse the rugged terrain, Don Quixote brandishes his tourney lance with a sense of noble purpose, ready to conquer imaginary giants and vanquish unseen foes.

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