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... armor forging a titan’s might. For a decade, spear held ready, pointing south, your heroic spirit cleft the clouds. You trod the waves of Poshisu and bound the demons of the greenest peaks; with but a laugh, you settled the dust on the frontiers. The Barbarian drums have sunk into the abyss; the banners of Great Wei now touch the heavens’ edge."
"The feast begins, the golden goblets brim, it is spring at Mengshui Pass. Why should white hair bring sorrow? The very stars are your medals! T ...
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