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... andage. His wrist still throbbed with a dull, hot pain. Each step reminded him of Xie Lan’s grip, of the clean snap of bone. Servants he passed bowed their heads, but he saw the way their shoulders shook, the way their mouths pressed into tight lines to hide their amusement.
"Little bastard," Xie Jing muttered under his breath. The humiliation burned more than the pain. He had never been beaten before. Not like that. Not in front of everyone.
He stopped at a junction in the stone ...
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