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Börte Üjin
Fair of face, sparks for pupils, beauty bred for Borjigin
When abductors made their bed barren, Temujin pillaged and plundered until the Merkit flowed down the Selengge River
Though shadows swamped the camp, she recognized her husband's tether, and the terrifying Khan dismounted from his horse in the middle of the massacre to hold her.
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Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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