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... ed behind his back in a seemingly casual stance, though tension coiled in his muscles like a spring ready to snap. The wind was soft, rustling through the nearby palm fronds, carrying with it the faint scent of fish from the riverbank and distant wood smoke from open fires.
But his eyes were glued to Dera.
She walked with a grace that could only be described as poetic, her steps sure but fluid, her pants, no matter how loose it was, hugged her hips in a way that made it hard for ...
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