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... d, "and I’ll throw in the scaled bindings."
Zaruun stood silent beneath the shadow of a jagged war-arch, his arms folded, his broad form wrapped in weathered crimson robes. Heat shimmered off the arena sands around them, but no one flinched.
"Scaled bindings aren’t worth salt," Zaruun said, voice deep, blunt. "I’ve seen firebeetles chew through them in seconds."
The trader bared his fangs. "They’re ceremonial!"
"Ceremonial doesn’t stop blood from leaking," Zaruun ...
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