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... staring at the arena below where workers still scrubbed blood from the dirt.
The match had ended hours ago.
But she couldn’t stop seeing it.
The moment Atheon’s fist went through the halberd.
The crack of the axe-wielder’s skull.
The way the Fist of Men had moved—not like a soldier, but like some caged monster unleashed.
"Still thinking about it?"
Ella turned.
Corporal Jace stood behind her—one of her squadmates, older by a few yea ...
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