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... with me, then I guess I should head out," I said, letting my voice drift out casually, almost like I was trying to snap her out of whatever trance she was stuck in.
But when the words actually reached Lady Asada, she didn’t move. She didn’t twitch. She didn’t even blink. It was like she turned into a perfectly carved statue—breathing, alive, but completely hollowed out. I knew she heard me; I said it loud enough for her to catch every syllable. Yet she stayed there, stiff and unresponsiv ...
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