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... th hundreds of large ships crashing into each other, Samurai lords shouting the names of the spirits as they fought in a frenzy. Then, like pumpkins harvested in autumn, the lords tumbled and fell in strings, or split open like ripe beans, painting the surface of the lake with spreading bright red. Only the flags of the two opposing Commanders-in-Chief were nearly touching, still standing tall like cornstalks.
Chiwaco shivered again and hastily took a puff from his herb pack.
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