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... ood oozed along the blade, staining the once-washed-white fabric on the man's arm.
Jiang Ci did not stop. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
He straddled the "traitor," one hand pressing the other's shoulder, the dagger in his hand stabbing up and down like a mad thing.
Second stab, third stab.
He avoided all the lethal spots.
The tip of the blade plunged into the man's shoulder blades, his calves—places thick with flesh yet not fatal.
A few stabs were e ...
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