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In Kaifeng, a sense of peril grips every soul. The affluent flee in panic, while the destitute scramble to hoa…

In Kaifeng, a sense of peril grips every soul. The affluent flee in panic, while the destitute scramble to hoard grain. Though the flames of war have yet to reach the city, it has already descended into absolute turmoil.

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