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... smoke. The eastern territory was silent, eerily so. Even the cicadas and nocturnal beasts seemed unwilling to make a sound under that kind of stillness. The wind that brushed through the towers carried a faint metallic scent, the aftertaste of blood and steel that never quite left this land.
On the highest balcony of the Eastern Command Pavilion, Ji Xiulan stood alone.
The faint silver light of the moon touched his figure, painting his dark robes with streaks of cold light. His l ...
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