The sounds of shouting and killing outside the palace grew closer and closer, shaking the dust down from the beams in a shower of fine powder. I gripped Daji's hand tightly, feeling the slight tremor in her fingertips.
"Are you scared?" I asked softly.
Daji lifted her chin, putting on a brave face. "I've lived for thousands of years, what haven't I seen?" But the panic in her eyes betrayed her.
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