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... funeral dirge. Then—nothing. No cheers, no murmurs, not even the hiss of the wind. The arena had become a held breath, a coiled spring waiting to snap.
Gone were the colorful banners, the raucous laughter, the cheering nobles . What remained was something primal—the raw, ugly anticipation of violence.
Across the soon to be blood-red sands, two men stood beneath the pitiless sun.
Talek looked like a boy playing at war. His armor—scuffed, ill-fitted, the pauldrons sitting a ...
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