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... soft laughter of concubines drifting on the wind — only the rustle of the winter breeze scraping along the shutters of Phoenix Hall.
Ananya sat on the edge of the couch, her back straight though her body begged for rest. The lamplight flickered faintly, casting her reflection into sharp shadows. She had not closed her eyes once since General Wei’s boots had shaken the floor.
A shimmer in the air signaled the return of her three unseen companions. Wei Rong materialized first, arm ...
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