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... nd Windy were nowhere to be found.
His robes hung loose around him, sleeves tucked up just enough to show the wiry muscles beneath. No weapon. No cane. Just him, standing still as the evening mist curled around his legs.
“I was thinking,” he said as I approached, “these last few days have been good.”
He didn’t turn to face me, but I could feel his attention sharpen.
“I’ve been thinking about how best to help you.”
I nodded. “And?”
Ren Zhi exhaled s ...
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