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... he arena visitors, now victim’s relatives, wrung out.
By dusk the crowd moved like men after harvest. Arms heavy. Throats raw. Rage spent down to a dull ache.
They drifted home with bloodied bruised knuckles and the strange calm that came when you finally struck the thing you had been forbidden to strike.
The attendants looked worse. White robed and straight backed, they still carried themselves like court men.
The reason for their fatigue is that their mouths hav ...
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