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Ashes of the Elite - Chapter 58: Another Duel
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... is grip. His friends form a loose ring, jeering at me, their voices a cocktail of outrage and expectation. I just keep my hands in my pockets, chin tilted, watching him like he's a stray dog
"Draw!" Alaster roars, taking a lunging step forward, sword aimed straight for my chest.
I sidestep, easy as breathing, boots scraping the stone. He almost stumbles past me, his momentum unchecked. I don't even bother to look at the blade. "Careful," I say, my voice low and unhurried. "You'll ...
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