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... had after Pingyao, but in that steady rhythm that only came from a village at work. The kind of rhythm you could lose yourself in. Patrols widened. Schedules tightened. Even the air felt sharper, like the season had clicked one notch closer to spring.
At the break of dawn, a squad of Verdant Lotus disciples slipped out of the village under the guise of drifters; ragged clothes, dirt-smudged faces, travel-worn cloaks. Their packs were stuffed with more than rations, though. Each carried ...
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