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... ains in a vast, luxurious room, Ni Ni Layan sat high above. She was perched on that very shelf in a meditative pose, holding a cup of tea in one hand.
Her eyes were closed in a state of solemn dignity.
In her other hand, a chain of fire extended, reaching down to the neck of a man sitting like a statue, trembling slightly. His eyes bore the marks of swelling and bruises.
His clothes, which were supposed to be Earth-grade—among the most precious of possessions—were scorche ...
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