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    Potato Tales

    Translating novels one potato at a time.

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    Under the gentle, silvery moonlight, the curved eaves of the lamb soup shop were softly outlined in pale light. Inside the main hall, the shop assistant, dressed in a
    hemp tunic and a square kerchief, put down his broom and wiped the sweat from his face, ready to close up for the night. Creak— A long, drawn-out sound of hinges echoed as the door opened slightly, allowing a narrow band of moonlight to
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