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... hings. It was once again the season for animals to breed. Upon rooftops and tree branches, one could often see sparrows overlapping, singing harmoniously in pairs, their voices high and clear.
On the streets, a bustling atmosphere thrived. Butchers chopped meat, vendors hawked their wares, martial artists performed for coin, and courtesans beckoned customers, their voices a constant, lively clamor.
Suddenly, whispers began to ripple through the streets and alleyways.
"Qui ...
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