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... ade people wonder whether he was about to flirt, murder, or do both in poetic order. The air around him shimmered faintly with the echo of ancient magic, the kind of untamed energy that did NOT belong in a peaceful village square but somehow suited him disturbingly well.
He clapped his hands together—bright, cheerful, absolutely deranged.
"Nowww," he sang, turning to the frozen men, as though he were a village auntie about to tell bedtime stories to children.
"Where was I ...
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