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... > Not politely.
It ended the way a sentence ends when the author gets bored—with a period.
Smoke drifted across Dragon Gate Bridge.
On the far bank, the West Camp Eight Great Kings stood frozen, staring at the bridge like it had personally insulted their ancestors.
This was not how things were supposed to go.
Zhang Xianzhong—who had seen villages burn, cities fall, and officials weep—felt a rare and unfamiliar sensation crawl up his spine.
Unease. ...
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