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The state of being when Lin Hao woke up killed him.,Just as the shadow of the woman faded from his sight, and the darkness settled over his eyelids, the rope around his neck suddenly snapped.,All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.。