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The strokes are frantic, and the cinnabar remains fresh and wet. A mere touch would smear the ink, as if it we…

The strokes are frantic, and the cinnabar remains fresh and wet. A mere touch would smear the ink, as if it were drawn but a heartbeat ago.

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