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... om the answer. His mouth went dry, but the name slipped out anyway, hoarse and unwilling:
"Lazira..."
The sound of it clawed down his spine.
He had heard her name whispered in the gutters and muttered in the emperor’s halls alike, always spoken with that peculiar mixture of fear and fascination. She was a shadow no torch could banish, a serpent coiled in silk. Men who fell into her snares begged for release yet returned crawling, ruined and grateful for i ...
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