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By the Jade Mirror Pond, scattered remnants of wooden eagles drift. By the pavilion, a girl furrows her brows,…

By the Jade Mirror Pond, scattered remnants of wooden eagles drift. By the pavilion, a girl furrows her brows, lost in heavy thought. Go lend her your aid, and perhaps an encounter will unfold.

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