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... ian knew.
It had settled deep into her bones, wrapping around her like a second skin.
She was laying on the cold stone floor, her body battered heap, her breath too shallow.
The scent of blood—her blood—covered everything, mixing with the sickly-sweet burn of incense.
Her outfit was in tatters, soaked through with sweat and crimson, clinging to her like a shroud.
Her arms felt too heavy to lift, her back was torn raw from the repeated lashes.
And y ...
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