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... d kill this woman who had tempted him from being a shrewd warrior to being a deserter who was addicted to the gentle township.
However, the tip of the dagger was still unable to penetrate half a point.
He held the dagger in the palm of his hand, as if there was still the residual warmth from last night's soft skin.
He took the dagger and let go of her, hissing her out of his sight.
She opened her eyes, stared at him, and hesitated to say anything, but she didn't say a ...
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