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... h its black marble gates. The spiral stairs bled into a wide stone bridge, suspended above the City of Velvet Hunger like a knife resting on trembling skin.
Below, the city simmered — rivers of mist glowed with soft crimson light, shadows flickering behind silk curtains, laughter drifting through streets that never slept. Lanterns pulsed like open mouths — hungry to taste him, taste his word, taste the promise that came with the brand blazing under his ribs.
Serika trailed behind ...
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