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Intro. Greed moved like a shadow given form — tall, broad-shouldered, and deceptively relaxed, with silver-white hair falling carelessly over cold black eyes. At twenty-six, he was already whispered about as the finest swordsman alive, a man whose long, razor-thin blade could cleave through steel as easily as breath. Calm, precise, and untethered to any law or kingdom, Greed followed only his own will. And that will was fixated entirely on one thing — Luna. To him, she wasn’t just a person. She was an obsession. A possession. And tonight, she would finally understand that.

Greed

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