The night at the border was as dark as cloth soaked in ink.
Su Qing was twenty-four this year, wielding a soft sword, its blade slender and narrow, but her strikes were as fast as a ghost's. Lu Chen was twenty-six, his long sword simple and ancient, his swordsmanship steady. Both belonged to the outer scouts of the Yang Family Army, tasked this night with infiltrating the Liao camp to investigate provisions and troop deployment.
At the third watch (around 11 PM), the two infiltrated from the rear dead angle of the camp by scaling the wall. Su Qing led the way, his footsteps so light they barely touched the dust; Lu Chen followed behind, responsible for covering the rear and observation. They bypassed the patrol torches, moving along the edges of the tents, using their utmost vision to memorize the positions of flags, carriages, horses, and sentry posts. The entire process was tense but smooth, until they were discovered by a Liao soldier on night patrol during their retreat.
Su Qing reversed her sword to seal a throat, while Lu Chen simultaneously dealt with another person. Without stopping, the two quickly retreated from the camp, racing south under cover of night.
After running over ten miles and confirming there were no pursuers, the two slowed their pace. In the distance was an abandoned, dilapidated temple, its door half-collapsed, moonlight leaking through the roof. They slipped inside, first checked the surroundings, confirmed it was safe, then sat down against the wall.
Lu Chen took out a water skin from his bosom and handed it over. Su Qing accepted it, took two sips, and her breathing gradually steadied. Tonight she was wearing tight-fitting night clothes; the black martial attire outlined her figure sharply, and the soft sword at her waist still carried a trace of the scent of blood.
"Smoothly," Lu Chen said softly.
Su Qing nodded: 'The provisions are in the west camp, the guard is more lax than expected. We can report back tomorrow.'
Silence fell. In the broken temple, only the wind could be heard, with occasional rats running across the beams. The two sat side by side, their shoulders less than a fist's distance apart. The lingering tension from the enemy camp hadn't fully dissipated, yet their heartbeats gradually shifted to a different rhythm.
Su Qing spoke first: 'Is your left wrist injured?'
Lu Chen raised his hand to look; a tear had opened on his sleeve, and the blood had already coagulated: "It's just a superficial wound, it's nothing."
She didn't ask again, just took a clean cloth strip from her bosom, signaling for him to extend his hand. Lu Chen offered his wrist. Her fingertips were cold, but her movements were steady, wrapping it around one loop after another, tying a knot.
"All right." She let go of his hand.
Lu Chen did not immediately withdraw his hand; instead, he gently grasped her fingers in return. Su Qing looked up at him. Moonlight shone into the broken temple, illuminating half his face clearly—his eyes and brows were calm, his lips pressed into a line.
“Su Qing.” He called her name, his voice very low. “If it weren’t for you scouting ahead tonight, I might have already been exposed.”
She didn't withdraw her hand, just said calmly, 'Likewise.'
Another silence. Lu Chen’s thumb slowly rubbed over the joints of her fingers, his pressure very light. Su Qing’s heartbeat gradually quickened. They had worked together in the military for nearly a year, on countless missions, yet never had they been this close on a night like tonight, alone.
“May I... come a little closer?” he asked.
Su Qing looked into his eyes and did not answer immediately. She could feel her own breath hitch for a moment, and she could also feel the warmth of his palm transmitting through his fingertips. In the end, she gave a slight nod.
Lu Chen turned sideways, raising his other hand, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. Su Qing did not avoid it. He lowered his head, and his kiss landed on her lips.
At first, it was just tentative, the touch dry and restrained. Su Qing's eyelashes fluttered, then she slightly opened her mouth, responding to him. The kiss gradually deepened. His hand slid from the side of her face to the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer. Su Qing's hands also climbed onto his shoulders, her fingertips touching the muscles beneath his martial attire.
The night clothes were taken off layer by layer.
Lu Chen's movements were not hurried. Each time he undid a fastening, he would pause for a moment, watching her eyes. Su Qing did not refuse; she even actively raised her hands to help him remove his outer robe. Moonlight shone on both of them, casting their skin in a pale silvery white. Su Qing's figure was well-proportioned, her collarbones distinct, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath. Lu Chen lowered his head, his kisses moving from her lips to the side of her neck, then further down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
She gasped softly, her fingers threading through his hair. His other hand slid down along her waistline, probing between her legs. It was already wet, and his fingers slipped in easily, moving slowly. Su Qing's legs tightened slightly, then were gently parted by him.
"Lu Chen..." She called his name, her voice trembling.
“Here.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark. “But do we continue?”
“Yes.” she answered clearly.
He withdrew his finger, pressed himself to her entrance, and slowly pushed in. She was very tight, and the process of entering was not easy. He paused for a moment, kissed her forehead, and waited for her to adjust. Only after she gently nodded did he continue pushing in, until he was completely inside.
The two were both covered in a thin layer of sweat.
He began to move. At first it was extremely slow, each withdrawal almost fully leaving, then thrusting back in deeply. The wooden floor of the ruined temple made faint sounds. Su Qing's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels pressing against his back. He sped up, his palm supporting her buttocks so that each撞击 went deeper.
She finally couldn't hold back and cried out.
Her voice was muffled, but carried real pleasure. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, swallowing those sounds down his throat. Their breathing interwove, sweat sliding down their skin. Suddenly he turned her over, making her kneel on all fours on the ground, and entered her again from behind. This position went deeper; her hands supported her on the ground, her back tensed into a beautiful arc.
“Too deep...” she gasped.
But he still didn’t slow down. Instead, he reached around to the front and fondled her nipples, while his lower body continued thrusting forcefully. Her voice gradually took on a crying tone, but it was not pain—it was the near-dazed pleasure of being driven to the deepest point. The climax came suddenly; her whole body trembled violently, her insides tightened, and she almost pushed him to his limit as well.
He growled low and released everything inside her.
Afterward, the two lay side by side on the outer robe, neither of them getting up right away. The moonlight outside the window was still the same, and from far away there was the faint sound of the evening drum. Su Qing turned onto her side, her fingers gently tracing the old scar on his chest.
“Tomorrow, after reporting back on military intelligence,” she said softly, “where are you going?”
"Going north with the army." He held her hand. "What about you?"
“Same here.”
He smiled and pulled her into his arms. This time there was no lust, only simple body warmth and heartbeat.
But desire soon returned again.
In the latter half of the night, she took the initiative to ride on top of him. Her long hair fell down, covering half her face. She held onto him and slowly sat down little by little until he was completely swallowed. This angle let her control the depth herself; she rose and fell very slowly, yet every time she sat all the way down to the bottom. He looked up at her, both hands holding her waist, his thumbs gently rubbing her lower abdomen.
“Su Qing...” he called her full name.
She bent over and kissed him, yet her lower body quickened its pace. Sweat slid from her collarbone and dripped onto his chest. When the second climax came, her whole body went limp on top of him, inside contracting in waves. He flipped over and pinned her beneath him, continuing to thrust until he released again.
At dawn, the two finally stopped.
Leaning against his chest, Su Qing's voice was still somewhat hoarse: "The enemy camp has been scouted, the military intelligence obtained. After parting today, who knows when we can be like this again..."
Lu Chen re-fastened her soft sword to her waist, his movements very gentle.
“Since we're going north together,” he said, “it’d be good to travel with a companion.”
Looking at him, she finally curved the corners of her mouth into a slight smile.
That smile was faint, yet brighter than sword light.
In the days that followed, the two indeed accompanied the army together.
During the day, they are scouts and partners; at night, they are each other's only warmth. Tent, dilapidated temple, mountain hollow—as long as there's a place to rest, they shed all defenses, using their bodies to confirm the other's existence. Sometimes intense, sometimes extremely gentle. She gradually learns to let her voice go under him, and he learns how to bring her to peak after peak.
One night, taking shelter from the rain in a mountain hollow, he embraced her from behind, entering very deeply. The sound of rain covered all panting. She turned her head to kiss him, rain and sweat mixed together, salty and astringent yet real.
“If one day,” she said suddenly, “one of us dies first beneath sword or blade...”
He blocked her mouth, but his lower body thrust even harder.
“Don’t say these things.” He bit her earlobe, “While you’re alive, just live well.”
She stopped speaking and only pressed her body closer to him.
The jianghu remained dangerous, the enemy camp remained unbreached. But in the gaps between flashes of blades and shadows of swords, these nights they stole were more addictive than any military intelligence.
And they both know—
As long as we can still hold each other’s hands tightly, this border crossing won’t feel too cold.
The night at the border remained utterly dark.
After Su Qing and Lu Chen followed the main army north, their roles as scouts often sent them to the very front lines. During the day, the two cooperated seamlessly; at night, they became each other's sole reliance. Military camp discipline was strict, and there wasn't much time truly alone, but whenever there was an opportunity, they would make the most of those stolen moments.
That night, the two were ordered to scout the enemy sentry post ahead once more. The mission was riskier than the last, almost skirting the edges of the Liao army patrol's torchlight. By the time they safely withdrew to the outskirts of their own camp, dawn was approaching. The lights of the distant military camp were faintly visible, yet neither of them headed back immediately.
Lu Chen took Su Qing's hand and turned into an abandoned stable on the west side of the camp. It was empty inside, with hay piled high, the air mixed with the scent left by horses and the dampness of the night dew. He pressed her against a wooden post and lowered his head to kiss her.
This time the kiss was deep and urgent.
Su Qing's nightclothes were not yet fully undone when his hand slipped inside, palm pressed against her waist and sliding upward. Her breathing grew ragged as she actively lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. Lu Chen chuckled softly, picked her up entirely, and carried her to the haystack to lay her down. The outer robe spread out, and soon both their clothes were stripped completely bare.
Moonlight couldn't penetrate inside; only the occasional sound of the night watchman's drum came from afar. Su Qing lay on the dry grass, watching him kneel between her legs. Lu Chen didn't rush to enter. Instead, he first lowered his head to kiss her abdomen, moving downwards. His tongue parted her thighs, accurately taking hold of that spot and gently sucking. Su Qing's waist instantly arched up, her fingers gripping the dry grass beneath her, suppressed gasps escaping from between her teeth.
"Lu Chen... don't... too..."
He didn't stop, but instead used his fingers in coordination with his tongue, stirring in and out. She quickly became drenched, with nectar flowing down his fingers. When her legs began to tremble, he lifted his head, wiped the corner of his mouth, and pressed his hard, hot part against the entrance.
“Look at me.” he said softly.
Su Qing opened her eyes. The next second, he entered her fully.
This thrust went deep and full. She threw her head back and let out a short, choked sob. Lu Chen didn't give her time to adjust, immediately starting to thrust powerfully. The hay beneath them rustled softly, mingling with the wet sound of flesh colliding. Each thrust went to the deepest point, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in hard. Su Qing's legs were hoisted over his shoulders, her entire lower body completely exposed, left to passively endure each heavy impact.
“Too deep... ah...” Her voice trembled, yet she actively lifted her waist upward.
Lu Chen leaned down to kiss her, but the movements of his lower body did not lessen in the slightest. His hands kneaded her breasts, his thumbs constantly grazing her nipples. Su Qing, stimulated, continuously contracted inside, squeezing him until he gasped softly. He suddenly flipped her over, making her kneel on the hay, and entered her again from behind. This position allowed deeper penetration; each thrust made her body shift forward a bit, only to be pulled back by him again.
“Su Qing...” he bit the nape of her neck, his voice hoarse, “so tight.”
She couldn't form complete sentences, only moaning in broken phrases. The climax came urgently and fiercely; her whole body shook violently, her insides spasming in waves, still gripping him inside. Lu Chen didn't stop, continuing to thrust through the aftershocks of her orgasm, pushing her into a second wave. Only when she had almost melted into a puddle did he finally roar, releasing everything deep inside her.
The two of them collapsed onto the hay, gasping for a long time.
Su Qing turned on her side, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest. Lu Chen took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
"Still want more?" he asked.
She didn't speak, just lifted her leg to wrap around his waist again.
The second time was slower and more lingering than the first. He had her sit on top, holding her waist as she moved up and down. Su Qing's long hair was disheveled, sweat trickling down her collarbone. Each time she lowered herself, she took him fully inside before slowly rising. Lu Chen's hands cupped her breasts, gently kneading with her movements. Her breathing grew ragged until she quickened the pace herself, bringing herself to climax.
When he released inside her, the two of them held each other tightly, neither willing to let go first.
At dawn, they finally got dressed again. Su Qing’s night outfit was a little wrinkled, and Lu Chen helped her straighten the collar, then tied the soft sword back at her waist. The two looked at each other and could both see the unfinished desire in each other’s eyes.
But with military orders in hand, they could only go back first to report.
In the days that followed, such opportunities became more and more frequent.
Sometimes a ruined temple after a mission, sometimes a cave on patrol, sometimes even a stolen half-hour during night watch after the army camped. Before each parting, they would devour each other completely. Su Qing gradually learned to let her voice go under him, learned to clamp her legs around his waist, learned to actively bite his shoulder when climaxing to avoid crying out too loudly.
One night, the two were again dispatched to investigate a hidden enemy supply point. The mission was more dangerous than ever, almost crawling right under the Liao army's eyes. When they safely withdrew, Su Qing's arm had been cut by a blade tip, blood dripping down her fingertips. Without a word, Lu Chen pulled her into the nearest abandoned watchtower.
Inside, there was only a worn-out wooden bed and half a window that could still block the wind. He first treated her wounds, his movements very gentle. Su Qing looked at his focused profile, suddenly reached out to grab his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him.
This time the kiss was fierce and urgent.
The clothes were roughly torn open. Lu Chen pressed her onto the wooden bed, and both gasped when he entered. He didn't hold back, each thrust deep and heavy. Su Qing's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels constantly urging him on. The wooden bed creaked under the strain, mixed with the sounds of wetness and suppressed moans. He suddenly pressed her legs toward her chest; this angle allowed him to go even deeper, almost hitting that most sensitive spot. Su Qing cried out, her fingers leaving several red marks on his back.
When the climax hit, her whole body was trembling. Lu Chen didn't give her a chance to rest, continuing to thrust into her still-spasming insides until he released as well. Streams of semen rushed into her deepest parts, the heat causing her to contract gently a few more times.
Afterward he did not pull out right away, but lowered his head and kissed her in that position. The kiss was deep, their tongues tangled together, as if he wanted to send across all the words left unspoken.
“Su Qing,” he said softly against her lips, “when this battle is over...”
She looked up at him.
"Let's get married.",
The sound of the wind outside the dilapidated temple suddenly quieted for a moment. Su Qing looked into his eyes and finally curved the corners of her mouth into a slight smile.
“Good.”
That night they did it two more times.
Once she took the initiative and rode on top of him, controlling the rhythm herself, pulling all her hair back so he could clearly see her intoxicated expression; another time he entered her from behind, his palm clamping down hard on her waist and fucking her until she could hardly speak. After the final release, the two of them clung tightly together, neither willing to let go first.
The sky outside the window grew a little brighter.
In the distance, the faint sound of a horn could be heard—a new day was about to begin. They dressed again, straightened each other's swords, and walked out of the watchtower side by side.
The swords were still by my side, and the enemy camp was still ahead.
But as long as we can still, after the next night raid, pin the other person beneath us or ride on top of them, exchanging those suppressed gasps and scorching fluids cleanly——
This border region, then, truly wasn't too cold.
And they both know that there will be many, many more nights like this.
The sound of the horn drew nearer, and the two had no choice but to separate.
Su Qing straightened her clothes, re-fastening the soft sword at her waist. Lu Chen helped tuck her stray hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering a moment longer on her earlobe. Their eyes met, unspent desire still burning in their depths, but they had to suppress it for now.
“Go back and report.” he said in a low voice.
Su Qing nodded. The two retreated from the watchtower one after the other, quickly disappearing into the morning mist.
The camp was already bustling. The two of them separately reported to the commander the locations of the grain and fodder and the distribution of troops that they had found, and received praise, but were immediately assigned new tasks — three days later, the army would launch a night raid, and more precise internal routes within the enemy camp were needed.
This means they'll have to investigate again.
During these three days, the two had almost no chance to be alone. During the day, they trained and practiced formations; at night, they took turns patrolling the camp. Occasionally, when passing by, Lu Chen's fingers would lightly brush the back of Su Qing's hand; Su Qing, when handing over a water pouch, would deliberately let her fingertips linger for half a breath longer. Those brief touches were like sparks falling on dry grass, burning their hearts with heat.
The third night, at the hour of Zi.
The two set out again. This time their target was deeper in, almost near the tent of the Liaodong army’s central command. The mission was riskier than ever before; Su Qing’s soft sword was drawn three times, and Lu Chen’s long sword was also stained with blood. By the time they withdrew with the complete route map, the eastern sky had already begun to pale.
On the way back, neither of them spoke. They just held hands tightly, their palms all sweaty.
When they returned to the outskirts of their own camp, Lu Chen suddenly pulled her into an abandoned watchtower. The tower was cramped inside, with only an old wooden table and half a window that could still block the wind. As soon as the door closed, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her deeply and fiercely.
Su Qing's response was equally intense. The nightclothes were quickly undone, the inner garments following to the ground. Lu Chen's hand went directly between her legs, where it was already wet. His fingers slid in easily, and after a few quick thrusts, her legs went weak.
“Can’t wait?” He bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse.
Su Qing didn't answer, just actively undid his belt, grasped the already hard and hot member, and began stroking it up and down. Lu Chen let out a low gasp, lifted her whole body up, had her legs wrap around his waist, and thrust directly into her in a standing position.
This thrust went deep and full. Su Qing threw her head back and let out a suppressed sob. Lu Chen began thrusting forcefully, each time reaching the deepest point. The narrow space echoed with the sound of flesh slapping and wet noises. Su Qing's back was against the cold stone wall, but her front was burning from his body heat. She actively lifted her hips to meet him, letting him go even deeper.
"Lu Chen... a little heavier..."
He really got heavier. His palms supported her buttocks, pressing her onto himself, and each impact made her whole body lift slightly. Su Qing’s nails left several red marks on his back, and her cries gradually became impossible to suppress. The climax came fast and fierce; her whole body trembled violently, and the inside clenched tightly. Lu Chen clenched his teeth and thrust in and out several dozen more times before releasing everything deep inside her.
The two leaned against the wall in that posture, panting. Lu Chen did not pull out, and only lowered his head to kiss her, kissing deeply, as if he wanted to carry away all the tension and lingering fear.
"I want more." Su Qing pressed against his lips, her voice trembling.
Lu Chen chuckled softly and placed her on the wooden table. Su Qing actively parted her legs, watching his erect member harden again. He leaned down, first using his tongue to make her wet again, then plunged his entire length inside. This time he deliberately slowed the pace, each thrust slowly reaching the deepest point before almost completely withdrawing. Su Qing, tormented by the friction, actively lifted her hips to chase him, but he held her down.
“Why so impatient?” He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, while his lower body kept up that tormentingly slow rhythm.
Su Qing's eyes were already misty with moisture: "You... bastard..."
He finally sped up. The wooden table let out an overwhelmed creak. Su Qing’s legs were pressed toward her chest by him, her whole lower body completely exposed. Each time he hit that spot with precision, forcing her to keep tightening and keep crying out. When the second orgasm came, she bit his shoulder while crying, her insides convulsing in waves. Lu Chen also released at the same moment, semen gushing in by spurts, so hot it made her tremble lightly again and again.
Afterward, the two sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. Su Qing’s head rested on his shoulder, and her fingers unconsciously traced circles on his chest.
“A night raid in three days,” she said softly, “You and I will both be at the front.”
Lu Chen held her hand: "So, tonight we should leave a little more."
She looked up at him, then suddenly straddled him. Lu Chen's member hardened again. She held it, slowly lowering herself onto it until it was completely engulfed. This angle allowed her to control the pace. She moved up and down slowly, yet each time she went all the way down, taking him in completely. Lu Chen's palm covered her breast, gently kneading it in rhythm with her movements. Sweat dripped from her collarbone onto his chest.
“Su Qing...” he called her name, his voice hoarse.
She bent over and kissed him, yet her lower body quickened its pace. When the third climax came, her whole body went limp on top of him, her insides clenching tightly. Lu Chen flipped over and pinned her beneath him, continuing to thrust until he released again.
The sky was already bright.
The two put their clothes back on. Su Qing’s night outfit was a little wrinkled; Lu Chen helped her straighten it piece by piece, then tied the soft sword back at her waist. Before leaving, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
“After the night raid is over,” he said against her ear, “we’ll get married.”
Su Qing's heart skipped a beat, then she nodded.
“Good.”
The morning light outside the arrow tower had completely spread out. The two of them retreated one after the other, quickly disappearing into the bustle of the military camp.
The surprise night attack three days later went exceptionally smoothly.
Su Qing and Lu Chen remained at the forefront scouting the path, their soft sword and long sword cooperating flawlessly. A breach was torn in the Tianmen Formation, and the Song army poured in like a tide. By the time the battle ended and the battlefield was cleared, the eastern sky was already turning pale with dawn.
The two found each other in the chaos. Lu Chen’s left arm had been cut by a knife, blood soaking through his sleeve; Su Qing’s temple was also split open, the bloodstain dried on her cheek. But when they met each other’s eyes, both of them smiled.
“It’s over.” Lu Chen said.
Su Qing nodded, reaching out to take his hand.
That night, they did not return to their own tent.
Instead, he turned into that abandoned arrow tower again. As soon as the door closed, clothes fell all over the floor. This time there was no impatience, only an almost devout entanglement. Lu Chen placed her on his outer robe, kissing her from her forehead all the way down to her toes, then using his tongue to bring her to her first climax. Only after she was still trembling did he slowly enter, stroke by stroke, with utmost tenderness.
Su Qing's legs were wrapped around his waist, her fingers in his hair. She looked into his eyes and suddenly spoke:
"Lu Chen, I'll wait for you."
He lowered his head and kissed her, but his lower body pressed in even deeper.
"I'll wait for you too."
That night, they did it for a long time.
From the wooden table in the arrow tower, to the outer robe on the ground, to the final posture of standing against the wall. Su Qing was sent to the peak again and again by him; her voice changed from restrained to unrestrained, and in the end even carried a sobbing tone. Lu Chen came inside her three times, each time deep and scorching hot. After the last round ended, the two of them held each other tightly, neither willing to let go first.
The sky outside the window was completely bright.
In the distance, celebratory drumbeats and cheers could be heard. The fighting had temporarily ceased, and the army began rewarding merits. Su Qing and Lu Chen both received significant commendations and were allowed a few days of rest.
They did not return to the central army tent.
Instead, they went directly to a quiet inn in the city and took the innermost room. Once the door closed, the world was reduced to just the two of them.
This time, they had a full three days.
On the first night, Lu Chen pressed her against the window and entered her from behind. Outside the window were the city lights; inside were suppressed gasps and the sound of wetness. Su Qing's hands braced against the window frame, her body swaying gently with his thrusts. He reached around to the front, kneading her breasts while his lower body continued its powerful, rhythmic pumping. When the climax came, her entire body went limp in his arms.
On the second night, she took the initiative to ride on top of him. Her long hair was disheveled, sweat dripping. She moved up and down herself, adjusted the angle herself, bringing her most sensitive spot to his tip again and again. Lu Chen looked up at her, hands on her waist, letting her engulf him. At climax, she cried out his name, her insides squeezing him so tightly he almost released immediately.
On the third night, they hardly slept at all.
From the bed to the floor, from the window to the desk. Su Qing was entered over and over by him, each time deep and full. He would say things in her ear that he definitely would never say in ordinary times, making her both ashamed and thrilled; she would also take the initiative to suck him into her mouth, pleasing him with her tongue and mouth until he growled and came inside her mouth. The last time, he made her kneel prone on the bed and entered her from behind very slowly, again and again, grinding until she cried and begged him to go faster. When he finally sped up and drove her to repeated orgasms, only then did he release everything himself.
At dawn, the two of them fell onto the bed, covered all over with each other’s scent.
Su Qing turned on her side, her fingers tracing the old scar on his chest, her voice still a bit hoarse:
"After marriage... will it be like this too?"
Lu Chen took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
“Better than this.”
The morning light outside the window finally seeped in.
The wind at the border still carried the scent of sand and blood, but in their hands, they already held each other tight.
The sword can be sheathed, and the enemy camp can recede into the distance.
And the intimacy after the night exploration would only become the most secretive and scorching memory of their remaining lives.
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