“This place is cursed,” he mumbled, staring at the ceiling. “I am cursed. I did everything I could. I tried my best.” “I never blamed you for anything, but I wish you had listened to me and had left the past behind us. I wish you hadn’t attacked the garrison,” she said, turning to him with reproachful eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I knew what you would have said.” “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” He flinched. The Confucian proverb stung. Then, slowly, the full horror of their loss, her double tragedy, struck him. He gulped to keep down the bile. He wanted to
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