Beijing, Willow Tree Alley.
It was a very ordinary name, perhaps even a bit cliché and rustic, yet this was one of the prime locations in the super-metropolis of Beijing, just a ten-minute stroll away from the absolute center of the city.
The long alley was impeccably clean, the thick bluestone slabs paving the ground bearing the heavy marks of time, flanked by traditional courtyard houses with white walls and dark tiles, each holding a story of its own.
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