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In the southern part of Ji Province, a torrential downpour had turned the green grass into a quagmire. The emerald leaves stood vertically in the rain, their vitality washed away by the rain.
The sky was a blanket of dull gray, oppressive and suffocating, as if darkness could descend at any moment.
A scholar clad in a straw raincoat and hat hurried along, clutching a bundle of books wrapped in cloth as he madly dashed through the tempest of rain.
Spotting an aband ...
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