The commotion at the gates of the estate quickly drew a crowd of footmen and guards. Walking at the very front was the old steward of the General's Mansion; now advanced in years, he was only capable of managing the miscellaneous chores of the outer courtyard.
Upon taking a look, he froze. "Hah!"
The old steward nearly choked to death on a wad of phlegm stuck in his throat.
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