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... laughter echoed across the floor, layered with the sound of skin against skin, of moans behind masks, and the scent of wine and sweat clinging to the night air filled with sin. Under the silver light of the full moon, nothing was sacred.
“Bring in the next one,” someone called.
The doors parted, and several guards dragged a figure into the hall.
Gasps and scattered laughter rippled through the crowd.
Xavier Brightpaw.
His hair hung in greasy strands, his b ...
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