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... , as if Confucius would never be born throughout the aeons.
Ganhua Alley.
Yunhu stood alone on the street, surrounded by red-brick tile-roofed houses of varying heights.
Shell casings and parts were scattered on the ground, and remnants of flesh and blood were embedded in the uneven asphalt granules, already dried.
He shivered as he exhaled a breath, his fingers picking up a bloodstained duckbill cap before turning to leave.
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At dusk past the west ...
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