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Tinasha:  “What happened to Simon after his arrest?” asked Tinasha while combing out her wet hair after using the bath in Oscar’s chambers. She was freshly changed into a white dress of light silk.
human
Oscar:  Oscar was sitting on the bed, his knee propped up and his chin resting on it as he gazed at her. The fine silk clung to the lines of her soft curves, sending a frisson of arousal through him.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha looked back from drying her hair. “Oscar? Are you listening?”
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Oscar:  “Huh? Oh, he was executed after thorough interrogation. The girl got a stern reprimand.”
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Tinasha:  “I see,” she said, carding her fingers through her hair. Any remaining damp strands dried instantly at her touch. Once her hair was completely dry, she picked up her comb again and came to sit next to Oscar as she brushed her long tresses. “It was just such an odd story he told… I really am suspicious of the man his sister met in the woods.”
human
Oscar:  “Is that still on your mind? What if he was lying?”
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Tinasha:  “It didn’t seem that way,” she replied.
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Oscar:  Oscar didn’t say anything, but he felt the same. Simon’s story was likely true, and that incident had changed the course of his life.
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Tinasha:  “Witnessing the destruction of his village and abandoning his sister must have left deep psychological scars. As a result, he became fascinated with the idea of a curse song. I heard the one he made, and it was well done. Creating a melody that can be used as the base for a curse song might be within the realm of genius.”
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Oscar:  “It was a nasty story, and he was a strange little man,” Oscar remarked. There was no way of knowing just how significantly Simon’s past had traumatized him. It hardly justified his murders, however.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha vanished her comb and stroked her jaw.