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As he leaned against the headboard in the middle of the night, his hands and feet had long since lost control of their vital energy and blood. Coupled with the fact that the weather was cold, it was as if he had fallen into a cold kiln and could not move at all.

He stood up and began to circulate his energy channels; he was no longer sleepy. Thinking of his plan last night

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