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... through Shaanxi’s twilight streets, I rounded the corner to my shop—and froze. There, silhouetted against the lantern’s faint glow, stood a figure draped in a cloak much like my own, hood drawn low as if mirroring my eternal disguise.
"Hm?"
Even from a distance, they seemed to sense my approach, their head snapping toward me with unnerving precision. No casual glance, that—more like a predator’s lock, honed by instinct or worse.
"Here for a reading?"
The figure s ...
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