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Abruptly he stepped toward her, pulled her against him, and kissed her on the mouth. Her very first kiss, as it happened. It was deeply unpleasant. His lips were hard. He smelled of nothing—he lacked a man’s smell the way cursed spirits lacked a shadow. She jerked her head back.
The Bright Sword
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