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... istine black furs. She felt like a swamp monster infiltrating a silk factory.
She was naked. She was covered in soot and snake-slime. And she was clutching the stolen Jade Key in her right hand, hiding it behind her back like a guilty toddler.
"You are shivering," Syris murmured, his eyes tracking a droplet of mud as it slid down her collarbone. "The ’mud mask’ is cold?"
"Freezing," Ren lied, her teeth chattering. "I need... warm wine. To heat the blood."
She reac ...
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