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... harp hiss of raw flesh hitting a hot pan tore through the still darkness of the chamber. Ye Lianhan’s fists clenched tightly, his entire body trembling on the edge of collapse under the excruciating pain.
A grey metal mask, etched with crescent-shaped patterns, had been seared red-hot and was now slowly pressed onto his disfigured face. It fused to his ruined flesh with a sickening finality, never to be removed again.
A few days earlier, the Tang Emperor had summoned the former S ...
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