Mists of the Immortal Path
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At the mountain dwelling's night banquet, we drank deep from sunset-glowing cups.
The wind carried wine and musk, filling the cottage with fragrance.
Slender, pale hands swayed the candle shadows.
Light shimmered in the cups and shone upon Horseshoe Mountain.
...Guan Pingchao..Luan
For the story, see Volume One, Chapter Eight.
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