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The old scholar, Palash, of Gruz town, upon seeing the emblem on the flag, flinched with wide eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.,Horses neighed and hooves drummed as the knight came to a halt at the entrance of the tea plantation, removing his helmet.,As soon as I opened the bamboo gate of the hanging building, I saw a well-proportioned young man in the small room, buried his head in a parchment scroll. He dipped a feather pen into the ink by his side and quickly recorded something.。