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... as if burned, fingers snapping the curtain shut with more force than necessary.
Had he not reacted like that, the carriage would have blended naturally into the flow of Luoyang’s crowded streets. Merchants shouted prices, mule carts creaked forward in uneven lines, hawkers waved skewers of steaming food under passing noses, and soldiers patrolled with lazy authority. In such chaos, a passing carriage meant nothing.
But the instant he ducked back and pulled the curtain tight, the ...
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