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... uts of the servants, the delicate and beautiful sounds of bamboo flutes, the cries of children–all faded away into the thickening night.
A night like this, without the crisp moonlight illuminating the vermillion doors of manors, nor jade green wine cups, nor scarlet dancing dresses.
One could only hear sounds of branches cracking under the pressure of heavy snow- the violent winds howling through alleys mixed with the sounds of silver bells crashing into each other beneat ...
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