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... the palace. No one spoke. Even the breeze had fallen away, as if it too feared to interrupt was what about to occur. It was only the sound of feet on stone that broke that oppressive silence. There was a heavily sweating servant leading the way and casting near-constant glances back at Sen, Jing, and an assortment of cultivators and nobles. The man who had set this all in motion stumbled along in a hunched-over posture. Every once in a while, he slurred something through his broken jaw and swol ...
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