Shouts erupted from the main street. Anti-Chinese riots had reached their camp. Men with torches and ropes were coming to erase them.
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"I cannot leave them," Daiyu whispered. "If we lose our words, we lose who we are." ✍️ The Final Stroke Shouts erupted from the main street