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... film of snow covering the frozen ground. Xiulans office mirrored the bleakness outside.
There was no light nor warmth here. No flame lit the hearth, nor light emanated from candle flame or light stone. Missing too were the voices that would fill her office and the bustle of moving bodies. Today there was only the rattle of the wind and the soft sound of a brush ghosting over parchment.
Xiulan was seated at her desk. It normally bore the weight of many stacks of neat, orderly, scr ...
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