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... bone-chilling wind blew from north to south. It swept across the lands of Qing Province, past the thousand-mile Black Water River, before finally swirling into the heavily fortified Cyan Yang Ancient City.
A few withered leaves danced on the wind, drifting down into a mottled alleyway.
Deep in the alley, a young man in a tattered cotton jacket lay on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, silent and still.
Beside him lay a torn fishing net and an overturned wooden bucket. < ...
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