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The only weapon, a fire needle and its sheath, are always carried.,Whether before or after, he couldn't tell anyone what he wanted to do.,One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.。