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Ghost in the palace - Chapter 38: arrows
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... g their breath after the storm.
The air smelled of sap and ash. The wheel had been fixed, the wounded tended, the dead wrapped for the journey home.
Only the Emperor remained motionless on horseback, gaze fixed on the arrow still lodged deep in the carriage frame.
The shaft trembled in the faint breeze — black fletching, heavy iron tip.
A perfect soldier’s arrow.
But its angle was wrong.
Zhao Rui dismounted, boots crunching softly against the grave ...
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