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... stood in the crowd near the city gate, watching Wang Guozhong’s entrance like two men watching a stage play they’d already read the script for.
The banners.
The armor.
The carefully curated menace.
Tie Niaofei let out a silent snort.
Here it comes, he thought. What’s bound to come always comes.
Zhan Seng’s expression was calm, palms tucked into his sleeves, eyes half-lidded. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was contemplating the impermanence ...
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