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A bare straight hook, no bait, no haste, yet kingdoms stirred beneath its wait. Eight hundred lords would fill…

A bare straight hook, no bait, no haste, yet kingdoms stirred beneath its wait. Eight hundred lords would fill his sleeve. By Wei's stones, the waters still believe the Grand Duke angled not for fish, but for the rise of Zhou's great wish.

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