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... Pingyao was a remote village. Isolated, with only a single path connecting it to the rest of the region. That isolation meant one thing, especially after the kind of winter we’d just endured.
Famine.
The cold had lasted longer than expected this year, biting deeper and arriving earlier. The kind of weather that killed harvests before they could even ripen. I was already glad I’d packed the hybrid millet grains infused with Golden Bamboo essence; their resilience and spiritual nou ...
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