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28 November 1923. The cliffs of Ch’ien-fotung receded as a dream in daylight, still vivid, still wrong, but no longer within reach. The investigators left Tun-huang with the taste of dust and pigment still at the back of the throat, and with Tenzin Kalsang walking among them as if he’d always belonged on the road. […]
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