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... before him.
Pale as frostbitten jade, her trembling countenance glistened with sweat and terror.
Her heartbeat thrashed faster than a wild horse, every pulse a desperate cry for survival.
"Speak not of innocence," came the elder's voice, hollow and vast, like a temple bell tolling for the forgotten dead.
"For even carrion birds wear white,"
Yanyu's forehead pressed harder against the cold tiles, her voice nearly drowned in fear. "This servant... dares not ...
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