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... he young man leaned against the floor, his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, partially covering a flushed face from too much drinking, slightly tilted to reveal the other half marked by scars.
The white shirt he wore was in disarray, the top two buttons undone, barely revealing collarbones that could almost host fish.
Beside him were several computers, all on, intermittently emitting beeping alarm sounds.
The Sect Master of the underground forum propped him ...
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