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... t blank expression on his face. His voice came out low, edged with irritation. "I saw what you did."
Fèi Míng slowed. His eyes shifted to Olive, gliding over his posture, the tension in his jaw, the dust on his sleeves. He held the stare for a moment too long, replying. "If you had worn the town crier’s costume," he muttered, "you would have been dead by now."
Olive froze, the muscles in his shoulders locking. When Fèi Míng moved to walk past, Olive grabbed his arm and yanked him ...
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