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... Blood had matted her dark hair against her skull, and her face was streaked with drying crimson—some hers, most not. The metallic scent of it filled her lungs with every breath.
Beside her stood Marx.
He was wounded, one arm hanging stiffly at his side, his clothes torn and soaked through. Yet his back remained straight, chin lifted in quiet defiance as he surveyed the carnage around them.
The arena sand had turned muddy with blood.
Only a few of the creatures rem ...
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