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... ed the cracked earth northeast of the city walls, past fields that had long forgotten the meaning of green, one would reach the villages most devastated by the drought. Here the wind carried dust instead of scent, and the wells offered more echo than water.
Days earlier, the Prince of Tang had submitted a memorial to the court, reporting horrors that should never have needed ink to describe. Mothers eating their daughters. Families trading flesh for one more day of breathing. The Chongzh ...
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