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A swung blade severs the clouds, pouring silver light upon the realm. All forms reflect the myriad sounds of h…

A swung blade severs the clouds, pouring silver light upon the realm. All forms reflect the myriad sounds of heaven and earth. Though objects fade, the Way endures forever.

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