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zhajia A covert agent of the Tang secret police moves like a ghost through moonlit alleyways of Luoyang. His lamellar armor is blackened with soot and lacquer, plates reduced in size for flexibility, laced with silk cords to muffle sound. A hooded cloak conceals his identity, but glimpses reveal a face marked by loyalty and loss. Twin daggers hang at his belt, their hilts wrapped in dark cord. Rain begins to fall, glistening on wet tiles and the subtle metallic sheen of his hidden armor—a silent blade in the empire’s shadow wars.