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... r Prefecture, Yihai Prefecture.
The Black River’s waves stretch for eight hundred miles, rippling under the gentle breeze, causing large swathes of reeds to sway and rustle.
It’s just the beginning of autumn, the sun hangs high but there’s not much heat.
A damp and cold fog gathers in clusters, and soon Bai Qi’s coarse cloth shirt is soaked through.
He is standing on a little sampan, lifting the bamboo fish traps he set yesterday.
He glances around, feelin ...
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