Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors. Wood, popping her head through the window. Here, turnkey. She will cry for days and nights together. They were sharp and dripping with black blood.
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