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... reverent hunger—sinew stretching, blood coating pale lips, teeth biting through raw muscle. The masked women stood in silence nearby, still as statues, their heads bowed as if in worship.
Thread sat at the head of the table, chewing slowly. A string of crimson clung to his chin, which he wiped away with a handkerchief embroidered with a red candle.
Lan said nothing for a moment. His fingers twitched, his gaze steady.
He had seen barbarism before. He had unleashed it hims ...
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