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... ner disciples, both skilled in movement techniques. They flashed across the stage, leaving afterimages, kicking up bursts of wind as they clashed midair. The crowd leaned forward.
In the outer corner, a group of younger disciples sat together, pointing and whispering, excited by every burst of light and clash of blades.
"Do you think we’ll be up there next year?" one asked.
"Only if you stop skipping morning drills," another said.
They all laughed.
But in ...
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