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Sylin drove the dagger into his throat without piercing the windpipe. Instead, he drew the dagger downwards to his waist.
He cut through his dense shirt, drawing a straight line of blood that neatly divided his upper body into two halves.
Ashes face changed, Youve changed your mind.
Yes.
Sylin threw away the dagger, pulled his long hair back to his ears, regained his elf-like elegance, his expression calm, his voice gentle, Imprisoning you is just my na ...
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