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... ty of what had just occurred before him.
Time seemed to slow as his gaze remained fixed on the severed head that now rested upon the bloodstained stone.
Yao Jing’s remaining eye, once filled with warmth, was now dull... lifeless.
The faintest trace of a tear clung to her lashes, trailing down her cheek, mingled with the blood that had splattered across her delicate features.
Her dark hair, tangled and damp with sweat and blood, framed her face in a way that made i ...
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