Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. I felt his heart. ” “To bad rubbish. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. ” He grabbed a sword from the wall of arms.
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