You are never convincing when you lie, ma petite. There was the smell of dusty velvet. Men to whom life had lost its meaning,thought had lost its verve, existence had lost its color. I shook my head and started to speak.
No, I said, you did that all on your own, centuries before I was born. Only for tonight. I heard more papers rustling, then a soft whistle. Shang-Da disapproved that I was anything to them.
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