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... his way. But now? He felt less like a scholar and more like a gambler on the brink of a high-stakes, soul-betting, Jedi-level comeback. He could have folded early, admitted defeat, and retreated to lick his wounds in the taverns of Stormwind, but no—he was doubling down, wagering every last shred of his moral integrity on one last desperate gamble. Why? To snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, to earn the respect that slayed Medivh once denied him, and, most importantly, to reclaim his own bat ...
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