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The sky had just begun to brighten when Jiang Yi rose early in the Big Mixed Courtyard, halfway up Red Flame Peak.
The late autumn chill had grown heavier. Though it had not yet snowed, a row of icicles already hung from the eaves.
Jiang Yi, wrapped in a dusty gray cotton Daoist Robe, bent over to wash up. He scooped a ladle of bone-chilling water from the vat and splashed it on his face.
HISS!
A shiver ran through him, instantly waking him up.
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