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| Kiem Sun: "That wasn't easy! That old Herbalist, if I could find his grave. I'd dig it up and dance on his bones. A dozen herbs! Too much of this one, and too little of this, and what do you have?" Duncan: "A nice stuffing for pheasant." |
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| Kiem Sun: "That! would at least have value." Duncan: "Well, he did say it would not be simple." |
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| Kiem Sun: "I must have the determination to succeed, I know. But what does he call one hundred years of sleepless nights? But...a few months ago...I found it. The world...is within my grasp." |
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