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Let’s talk about what *The Avenging Angel Rises* does so quietly, yet so powerfully—how it turns a riverside rock into a stage for revelation, and a woven baske

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In the opening aerial shot of Jiangzhou Bai Family’s ancestral compound—those tightly packed black-tiled roofs, white-walled courtyards, and that singular red g

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