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... into a watercolor blur behind them. The crane’s wings cut long, unhurried strokes through the pale sky, each beat steady as a temple drum. Below, winding rivers gleamed like polished silver threads stitched through the patchwork of fields, while distant mountains loomed at the horizon like slumbering giants.
Yuxin lounged diagonally across the saddle, veil fluttering like lazy moonlight in the wind. "So," she murmured, "what serene backwater has the Sect blessed us with this time? Pleas ...
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