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... circuits in a storm—sparks flying, fuses blown, leaving only the acrid scent of burnt synapses.
Ah, there it is: Charisma at ninety, that merciless predator, coupled with a voice divine enough to shame the heavenly host. A lethal combination, really—like handing a toddler a loaded gun and watching the inevitable tragedy unfold with detached fascination.
Phei’s gaze met the taller one’s—the brunette with hazel eyes now comically wide, straining a ...
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