Inside Du Chongwei's tent, provisions were overflowing, and the nights were lost to ceaseless feasting, a star…
Inside Du Chongwei's tent, provisions were overflowing, and the nights were lost to ceaseless feasting, a stark contrast to the refugee camp just a wall away. Yet these revels held hidden depths; some reported hearing the muffled sounds of foreign tongues drifting from within, like the drunken ramblings of the sated or the whispered plotting of a conspiracy.