A fresh floral scent. A fragrant smell that gently filled the room. The subtle perfume of plum blossoms brushed past my nose. It was a scent that could calm the mind, but the situation was anything but. A sword pressed to the end of my throat. I could glimpse energy wavering at the chill tip of the blade. It was...
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