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The sound of the flute vanished, and the leaf whip seemed lifeless as it exploded with a bang, scattering broken leaves all over the ground.
“Milord, the assassin has retreated.”
Fearful but relieved, the attendant guarding the carriage barely managed to keep their footing, as they had come to the front of the first carriage and bowed as they reported the situation.
The curtain of ...
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