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... of the year.
“Rumble...”
Spring thunder rolled continuously. It sounded like a giant stone roller was moving across the sky.
The swordsman's brow furrowed tighter as he glanced several times at the coffin behind him, then at the Daoist standing at the doorway.
The Daoist wasn't old, seemingly about the same age as him, though he appeared much younger.
In front of him was a fire, kept burning small apparently to save firewood. He had a bamboo staff and a be ...
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