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A peerless pair of civil and martial grace; two souls as one as moss upon a stone. The scholar enters the enem…

A peerless pair of civil and martial grace; two souls as one as moss upon a stone. The scholar enters the enemy camp alone to sway the generals; the warrior holds the broken bridge against all odds.

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