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... from slumber. The silk of his sheets whispered against his skin, cool and still, his rest undisturbed by the soft hum of the system that so often haunted his nights. He inhaled the quiet, letting it wash away the lingering shadows of the previous evening, when confidences had fallen between him and Leng Yue like petals drifting upon a silent stream. That memory was not regret, but a delicate bloom—fragile, yet bright.
He rose, muscles loosening from repose, and dressed in a robe of purpl ...
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