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... s absolutely drenched in pure liquid anxiety.
Beads of cold sweat were doing their best impression of a waterfall down his temples.
He stared at the silver-haired angel sitting beside him in their little corner hideout like some divine statue that could probably delete him from existence with a sneeze.
Aurelia just sat there, still looking majestic as fuck, completely unreadable, and 100% capable of smiting his sorry ass into the afterlife if she felt like it.
Her ...
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