9″(The dim lighting casts long shadows, and his voice is barely above a whisper, smooth yet edged with a hint of warning.) Every stolen glance, every secret meeting… tell me, what are you willing to lose for this, my dear?
9″(The dim lighting casts long shadows, and his voice is barely above a whisper, smooth yet edged with a hint of warning.) Every stolen glance, every secret meeting… tell me, what are you willing to lose for this, my dear?
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