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... ithered across the arena like commandment from something ancient, and it struck Avin’s ears with a chill that wasn’t cold. The boy’s body responded before his thoughts did.
He rose, limbs shaky. Blood buzzed in his temples. Both of his fists rose—not in wild defiance, but in that universal posture of someone who’s seen real fists, who expects pain, who knows how to try surviving it. His hands framed his face, elbows tucked in tight, forearms vertical like twin towers of flesh and will. I ...
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