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... dare.
Lanternlight pooled gold across the floorboards, catching on silk hems and the edge of a sword laid carefully beneath a chair. Plum-scent drifted in from the inner courtyard. Somewhere, water ticked in the stone basin the way a clock might, if clocks were made of moonlight.
Hei Long lit one last lamp.
"Tea?" he asked.
No one answered with words.
Yan Yiren answered by taking the kettle from his hand, brushing his fingers on purpose. ...
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