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... p> The monsoon winds from the East Coast failed to drive away the subtropical humidity, leaving behind nothing but stifling moisture in the air.
Summer always arrived earlier in the south than in the north.
Even the cicadas in the banyan trees were more diligent than their northern counterparts, climbing up the branches early to produce their maddening cries—"Zhi—Zhi—Zhi—"
The shrill buzzing echoed outside the courtyard of the Shenli Church, restless and impatient, as if ...
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