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... rned, and with it came the short sword. Without a word, it perched on a bamboo tip and began grooming its feathers.
The Daoist was still sitting at the doorway, waiting.
The sun sank in the west; twilight brought drifting wisps of mist.
The Daoist sat there all night. Lady Calico and little Jiang Han also sat there all night. The swallow stayed on its bamboo perch all night. And the yellow dog, too, lay in front of them, keeping its eyes on them the whole night and guardi ...
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