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... light chatter and laughter, Fenrir remained seated for a moment, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple.
Sparring with Dain hadn't left him injured, but his body ached in unfamiliar ways—proof of how far he'd slipped from his peak form.
Then the hairs on his neck stood up. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
He glanced up and instantly met two pairs of eyes.
One belonged to Dain Klein, who gave him a small, friendly wave as if they'd just finished a pleasant conversation instead of n ...
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