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... e and Isolde, her golden sword locked against Isolde's black-red blade. The weapons sparked where they touched, sending little flashes of light across the balcony.

"Friend of yours?" Diana asked Grace without looking back.

"I-I'm literally new here! What do you even mean!?" Grace wheezed, clutching her still-healing chest wound.

Isolde snarled and jumped back, swinging her blade in a wide arc. Diana blocked it again, but Grace noticed something weird—Diana's hands were sh ...

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