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... ikolai had pounded Lunaria a few hours ago. She played the flute under moonlight, a melancholic piece filled with affection.
The notes danced between gripping minor notes and an extended tremolo of C and E flat.
Creak!
Behind him, footsteps echoed as Nikolai’s figure appeared in a loose evening robe, his chest full of scars, kiss marks, and his hair dripping slightly on the soft tatami mat.
He sat down beside her and looked at the moon with half-lidded eyes. The s ...
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