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... st Han Shān’s skin, but his blood felt like it was boiling.
He walked quickly, his long strides eating up the distance between the central fire and the tree line, forcing Bai Yue to jog to keep up.
He didn’t look back. He couldn’t. If he looked at her now, after what he had said in front of the elders, he might do something irreversible.
He stopped finally at the edge of the clearing, where the shadows of the ancient trees swallowed the light from the village fires. He tu ...
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