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... h the garden as he parried her strike. His black leather mask gleamed, reflecting the fading sun like polished obsidian, concealing his face but not his vigor. His dark tunic hugged his lean frame, sleeves rolled high to reveal sinewy forearms, veins pulsing like rivers under sunlit skin, a captivating sight that stirred the air with unspoken allure.
"You’ve killed more flowers than you’ve brought me!" he teased, his back to Lorraine. Even without seeing his face, she could hear the joy ...
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