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Chapter 558 - Last Night at Anyoule Market

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Dawn was approaching, yet the night clung stubbornly to the world. Along the single main street of Anyoule Market, oil lamps and torches sputtered in shops and dwellings, casting a sickly, wavering glow onto the gravel road. Light still spilled from taverns, small eateries, and brothels, punctuated by bursts of drunken revelry. For the merchants, supercargoes, and sailors wintering here to catch t

Dawn was approaching, yet the night clung stubbornly to the world. Along the single main street of Anyoule Market, oil lamps and torches sputtered in shops and dwellings, casting a sickly, wavering glow onto the gravel road. Light still spilled from taverns, small eateries, and brothels, punctuated by bursts of drunken revelry. For the merchants, supercargoes, and sailors wintering here to catch the trade winds—stranded at this remote "End of the Earth"—there was nothing to do but drown their boredom in wine and women. Hu Xun, draped in a silk robe and a heavy cloak against the predawn…

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