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... al chill was heavy with dense fog.
A night’s wind had passed, hastening the frost to nip at wood, while a black dog in the yard stretched lazily, its paws rustling the golden yellow fallen leaves.
Tomorrow would be the fifteenth of the eighth month when the material warehouse of the inner court had sent over Moon Cakes and Rice Wine, now piled up at the entrance to the Palace Marshal’s Mansion. Inside the house, Pei Yunmeng turned and sat down on a chair, while at her side, a rou ...
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