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... reath caught between strikes, but a brittle stillness that cracked the rhythm of battle and left the air raw.
A crater still smoked at the far edge of the arena, cracked stone spider webbing out from the point of impact like the mark of a god's hammer. Vaerin Stormont's body hung on the wall like a forgotten relic. Armor broken. Pride broken. His name — for now — broken.
Caelith stood where he'd landed after delivering the debilitating blow. His boot settled flat in the sand. Ash ...
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