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In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,Washing, chopping wood, fetching water, making fire, cooking...,Until the day he crossed over, he couldn't explain why he suddenly remembered the ceremony described in the book.。