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... abaci. Ren on a stool looking older than he’d decided to be this morning.
A porter at one end, proud of his bruise. The scribe at the other, proud of nothing. Deming stood with arms crossed, a door pretending to be a man.
Meiling slipped in behind us, head modest, step measured. Aunt Ping must have chased her with a broom; the girl still smelled like thread.
She kept her eyes down as she approached the table and then performed the little bow that says "see how obedient I ...
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