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You stand in the Zhang residence again. The faint sound of chisel on stone lingers—the stonecarver's work, his…

You stand in the Zhang residence again. The faint sound of chisel on stone lingers—the stonecarver's work, his plea. Now, bring him Zhang Huaishen's final letter.

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