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Oðin's Treasures, Red Spear of Tianjin: I know the pepper, lean and red, Where sharpened heat and earth are wed. Its fire rises quick and clear, Then leaves a steady warmth drawn near. In oil and wok its strength is cast, A vivid bite that holds and lasts. Dried beneath the northern sky, It wakes the bowl with crimson fire.
