Inside Du Chongwei's tent, provisions were overflowing, and the nights were lost to ceaseless feasting, a stark contrast to the refugee camp just a wall away. Yet these revels held hidden depths; some reported hearing the muffled sounds of foreign tongues drifting from within, sometimes sounding like the drunken ramblings of the sated; other times, the whispered plotting of a conspiracy.
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