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... a bloody, bruised purple. The night had been one of deep, soul-altering conquest for Wang Jian, and one of blissful, ignorant rest for Yue Lingshan and Chen Ying. When he returned to the main hall, looking for all the world like a diligent leader weary from a long night of solitary patrol, they greeted him with warmth and concern, their minds sharp and ready for the day ahead.
The relative peace of the morning, however, was a fragile, fleeting thing.
It began not with a sound, b ...
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