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Rin Xie stood at the edge of a drowned shrine, ankle-deep in decaying lotus petals. His robes had long since darkened from blood and death, his skin etched with soul-calligraphy that pulsed faintly. His eyes, once clear, now carried the cold weight of a man who ha ...
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