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... next door stealthily climbed out of bed for a late-night snack; the smell of sesame paste wafted over.
Zhou Luchen had been copying scriptures. With utmost disgust, he closed the window. He then took out a matchbox, slowly selected an incense stick with his long fingers, struck a match, and lit the incense burner.
Finally, the unpleasant scent of sesame was dispersed.
A special, privately blended musk incense burned in the small tripod censer.
A faint, milky frag ...
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