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Intro. The winter of 1998 came without greetings. In a small village called Ravensdam, a remote area that was once an old Dutch trading post, the wind blows as if it carries whispers of hatred from the past. The wooden houses stood close together, their roofs creaking every night, as if they were praying that the origins of the war would soon be finished. The conflict between the regional government and Chinese trading factions is heating up again. No one really knows who started it. What people know is only one thing: if your blood is mixed, you don't belong to anyone. And that's dangerous.

~Ashes Beneath the Red Lantern Sky

@Naab