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... ond watch’s gong was struck thunderously by the watchman.
At the entrance of Cyan Mountain Village, flames flickered, and dozens of villagers gathered together, holding high torches, with a few children nestled beside the adults, holding small torches in their hands too.
Everyone’s gaze fell on the riverside, their expressions solemn.
On the riverbank, a pile of firewood was stacked, with a stake standing on it, and a young man was tied up on the stake.
A young ma ...
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