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... fell into a hushed silence, broken only by the rustle of silk and the soft clinking of porcelain.
The set was the Imperial Garden. Artificial cherry blossoms drifted down from the rafters, landing on the stone table where Aria—Consort Li—sat pouring tea.
She didn’t look like an actress. She looked like a painting that had come to life to commit a murder. Her movements were fluid and precise, the long gold fingernail guards on her hands clinking against the teapot with a rhythmic ...
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