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... d deep in Zhao Yan’s chest, its fletching trembling with every ragged breath he took. Blood spread across the pale marble like a blooming flower, staining the white steps in vivid red.
Hua Jing stood there, rooted in place, her mind blank with shock.
She couldn’t hear the gasps of the crowd, couldn’t see the confusion and horror etched into every face around her. All she could see was the arrow—black as night—jutting from Zhao Yan’s chest. All she could hear was the faint, wet ga ...
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