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... terns and the faint glow of yang-gold wards along the palisade—enough light to cast long shadows across the raised platform where the three Core Formation attendants lay bound spread-eagle. Qi-suppressing ropes held their wrists and ankles to the wooden stakes, bodies exposed and trembling under the night air. The haughty leader’s long black hair fanned across the furs like spilled ink, her sharp features twisted in fading defiance, pale skin flushed crimson from the forced oral worship, saliva ...
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