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... s the Soul, Bad News from the North
Midnight, several ladies had already fallen asleep. On the stone table in the courtyard was a pitcher of sour plum soup made that evening, meant to dispel the heat of this late May night.
The Taiyin hung in the sky…
In the blind boy’s vision, the pure white lines of the daytime had long vanished, replaced by what seemed to be ink diluted by clear water, flowing freely in threads upon the canvas of the sky, enveloping the boundless world ...
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