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Ember Rose
The bluestone roads in Suzhou City were soaked and shiny by the continuous drizzle. The sound of awning boats swaying and rowing drifted across the Qinhuai River, and the splashing water wet the weeping willows on the bank. Su Muqing was holding an oil-paper umbrella and was standing behind the counter of Hanmo Studio sorting out newly arrived ancient books. The hem of her light blue cheongsam was stained with some mud, but it did not diminish her elegant temperament at all. "Miss Mu Qing, are t
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The Shadow of Qingwu Sword Shines on Lin'an
Winter in Xianchun's tenth year came earlier than in previous years. As soon as the reeds at Hanjiang Ferry turned white with frost, the first snowfall was blown down by the north wind, covering the official road outside Lin'an City tightly. When Shen Qingwu tightened the reins of "Treading Snow", half an inch of snow had accumulated on his cloak, and the ice particles condensed on the tips of his hair turned into white mist with his breath, blurring his vision ahead. "Miss, Wangjiangyi is just
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Starblade Whisper
The leaden clouds lay low, blurring the outlines of the Coldridge Mountains into vague silhouettes. The biting north wind blew up the snow foam, like countless tiny ice needles, hitting the wooden signboard of the "Anvil and Malt" pub, making a creaking groan. Karen was wiping the bar counter with a rag soaked in turpentine. The wine stains on the oak tabletop were rubbed shiny, reflecting his slightly tired face - his dark brown curly hair was stained with a few strands of sawdust, and there wa
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Star Stone Legacy
The cold wind of winter was like a knife tempered with ice, and it let out a whining cry as it blew past the dilapidated wooden house at the east end of Blackstone Town. Lin Ye was using a weak oil lamp to polish the arrowhead in his hand with a shiny piece of bluestone. The cracks in the wooden house were not tightly sealed, and the cold wind penetrated along the wood grain, causing the lamps to flicker on and off, causing his thin shadow to sway back and forth on the earthen wall. Today is his
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