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... yang County meant reality.
The convoy rolled off the cement road, descended along the S-shaped mountain track carved by divine metal blades, and crossed the invisible line where planning ended and improvisation began.
By the time they reached Yang Village, the noise was already rising.
Men with sleeves rolled high swung tools in rhythm. Coins changed hands. Sweat hit dirt and stayed there. The road was being built the old way—slowly, loudly, and with enthusiasm that only ...
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