Mists of the Immortal Path
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Through autumn frosts, the leaves and blossoms thinned.
On clear, still nights, I long recalled my first fall into dust.
Before my door, a bustling market; within, my heart was water.
All I asked was three years, my tears like pearls.
Lady Rui's final words; see Volume Three, Chapter Fourteen.
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