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... afternoon.
Just moments after Wang Xiao stepped out of the villa and vanished into the thin winter mist, a light mist had settled over the neighbourhood like a dull silver veil.
Bare branches rattled quietly over the roofs, and every breath condensed into pale clouds.
Ten minutes down the road from the villa, beneath a streetlamp casting a hazy golden cone of light, three figures stood frozen.
Their faces were tense, yet soft with relief.
A strange mix of ...
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