
A notice at the district gates calls for volunteers against the Yellow Scarves, and you read it twice — imperial blood in your ancestry, no money, no men. You play Liu Bei. A loud farmer named Zhang Fei rebukes you for sighing at paper, a long-bearded traveller stops at the table, and by dusk three strangers have sworn brotherhood under peach blossom and put their names under the district seal. The smith needs iron by morning; the rebels are reported nearer than yesterday.
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