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The moment he shut the door to his room, the toke in his pocket felt like a lead stone. He pulled it out, turning it over in his fingers. The silver was cold, the phoenix engraving too precise, too intentional.
A gift? A test? Or maybe a noose disguised as a lifeline?
It wasn’t important now.
He tossed it onto the bedside table. Currently, it meant nothing.
What mattered was his meridians.
He couldn’t afford to be weak. Not anymore.
Lan sat cr ...
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