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... daylight!

Atop the city wall.

These three hundred and sixty steps fell within the jurisdiction of Linjiang Station's guards.

Every thirty steps, a Liu branch Night Lamp was lit.

Logically, each Liu branch Night Lamp should have someone to tend it.

But today, there was only one person, sitting atop the city wall, surrounded by emptiness on both sides, the scene desolate.

The evening breeze always carried a desolate chill of autumn.

Lin Ya ...

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