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... ld carefully dropped the cube of luncheon meat into a nearby cauldron of boiling water.
Puxian was full of such pots.
They weren’t for cooking.
They were weapons.
Any city that had been broken once learned fast. The moment the common folk sensed unrest, the first thing they did wasn’t pack valuables or pray—it was boil water. When rebels came climbing over makeshift walls, boiling water poured down like a last, desperate curse.
The child watched the lunche ...
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