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... ight gold as Kieran strolled down the winding dirt path towards the newly constructed makeshift arena.
Unlike the last time, the place looked far more organised.There were raised wooden seating arranged in gallery tiers circling a sunken central rink that was rimmed with iron torches, flickering as if hungry.
A faint breeze carried the scent of hay, steel, and anticipation.
Kieran adjusted the scarf around his neck as his boots thudded against the packed dirt. His dark ey ...
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