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    Koh didn’t slow down. Zhuzhu ran to catch him while I limped my way into the infirmary. Inside, Yuanshu was setting medicines out on a jade tray. He gestured at the nearby seat. Once I sat down, he picked up a knife. “Not many who get lost on the mountain come back to us. Certainly not in such good shape.” He cut through the strips of fabric on my improvised splint. The flesh underneath was swollen and painful. I bit back the cries that wanted to escape as he prodded at the tissue.


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    What research could Yuanshu be doing that was so forbidden that, even in a demonic sect, he needed an assistant he could blackmail into silence?