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... d of fog that clung to the hills like a spectral veil. The air was chill, damp, scented faintly of moss and cold stone. Neither spoke; both were absorbed in their thoughts—silence between them was not emptiness but a sacred pact. In this realm of half‑light, every footfall was soft, every breath deliberate.
Li Wei’s hand hovered near the hilt of his sword, ever ready—even though he would not provoke conflict without cause. He had learned long ago that a wise warrior picked his battles as ...
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