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... th mischief and sharp with defiance. This was something deeper, warmer, tinged with genuine affection for the teacher he was about to disappoint and profound sadness for the lesson that had been misunderstood by both student and instructor. His form didn’t struggle against the binding—instead, he simply stepped through it, the divine prison parting like morning mist before the sun, its golden walls dissolving into startled sparks of light that faded like surprised fireflies.
The Buddha’s ...
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