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| The Terracota Army |
“Left, right, left, right, left, right!” And they marched;
they marched for centuries until they were found in a parallel universe with no
wars. The journalist covering the story was at a loss for words. There had been
no wars since the last world emperor was assassinated five centuries ago by a
mad man with killer instincts. He was now both revered and lost in a parallel
universe of his own. “Left, right, left, right, left, right!” They marched out
of there, the journalist as their tail wind, looking for the mad man.
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