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... zon had begun to pale. In the half-light the courtyard of the old compound looked like a battlefield from an ancient scroll: paper lanterns shattered, tiles cracked, and bodies everywhere.
They lay in grotesque shapes across the flagstones and gardens — black-clad assassins, their masks soaked through with blood. Most were dead; a few still twitched, gasping their last. Shuriken and broken swords glittered under the rising dawn like teeth. The fight had been brief but absolute, a massacr ...
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