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... gleaming with a calm.
Lin’s silken robe had slipped from her shoulder; her eyes glimmered with a desperate, sultry wetness. The dusk light painted her skin in molten gold, and she leaned forward, one leg slipping from the folds of her garment like tea spilling over the edge of a cup.
"Master," she murmured, voice trembling between fear and honey, "surely there are... gentler ways to make a deal."
Wu Han only laughed, the sound sharp as flint. "Master? You think I’m some ...
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