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... rm. With his calloused hand, he tried to grab the sword stuck in his chest, but he couldn't do it. Blood boiled from his neck, and his lungs felt sore, almost as if they would tear apart as they desperately tried to breathe.
Thud, clatter.
His wrists fell to the floor, and the prayer beads wrapped around them snapped.
"So... assassinate..."
Huí Guāng Fǎn Zhào.[1]
Before he breathed his last, the desire in his eyes shone brighter than any light.
In ...
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