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... e precision as though he were handling something other than a weapon meant to cleave him in two. His expression remained calm, eerily so.
His eyes, reflecting the harsh sunlight, bore into Zarot's in an unsettling way—like a trained soldier looking down at his enemy before he offers death, except it was Alan's hand around the sword, he was the one who stood before a murderous attack, not the other way around.
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