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Chapter 51: The Scholar of Heresies
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Scholar Wen arrived at the Garden of Stone in the late afternoon, a splash of ink-black and scholarly grey against the muted greens and stones. He was a man of indeterminate age perhaps forty, perhaps sixty ,with a lean, restless frame and eyes that missed nothing. His robes were plain but of fine quality, stained at the cuffs with what looked like ink, powdered crystal, and dried tea. He carried no obvious weapons, only a worn leather satchel bulging with scrolls and odd instruments.

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