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... Sunlight came through the tall stained-glass windows, casting soft colors on the clean floor. In the middle of it all, a handsome middle aged man with blond hair, still messy and stuck with dried blood, rested against silk cushions.
His armor was gone, and his wounds, though days old, were slow to heal. Faint bruises marked his skin. The maids moved gently around him, no longer rushing—just quietly changing bandages, adding ointments, and wiping the sweat from his face.
Daniel Ma ...
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