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... ory-teller was spitting words passionately on the stage when someone in the tea house’s private booth grew impatient and slapped the table.
"Exactly!"
"Our ears are all calloused from hearing nothing but Sihai Eight Deserts Hall and Iron Horsemen of the West Desert, with their three heads and six arms, green-faced fangs—sick of it."
The other patrons also chimed in with teasing ridicule.
"Please forgive me, Sixth Master!"
The storyteller, Liu Suanban, was ...
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