Mists of the Immortal Path
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Clouds darkened, flowers fell silent on the wild mountain peaks.
Light and shadow, life and death turned like a wheel.
At the fork in the road, a lingering song still rang like a ghost's chant.
A wisp of clear melody, a wisp of soul.
...Guan Pingchao.Luan
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