Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. He would condemn her to the vengeance of the mob all for refusing to marry him. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants.
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