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Chapter 2: Coils of Vengeance
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... t had been wrung out like a rag.
His limbs were leaden, his breath a shallow rasp, as if life itself hesitated to claim him.
The chamber was dim, lit by a lone bronze brazier flickering in the corner, its glow casting shadows that writhed across silk curtains embroidered with cranes.
He lay on a rosewood bed, its carved lotuses staring down with cold serenity. This was the marital chamber, a place of warmth and whispers—or so he'd thought.
His last memory was a bl ...
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