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Eight minutes after midnight, the Chinese envoy leaves. I remain drained and restless, making an effort to maintain a glowing look, hiding the storm in my soul. Three sharp blows echo, along with another blow that has not let go of me for years. This is the way I do things, now without the envoy that has gone away.