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... hat refused to fade even in the quiet of the preparation chamber. He sat alone on the bench, staring at his trembling hands with disgust.
No matter how he tried to clench them into fists, they continued their betrayal, shaking like those of an old man rather than a victor who’d just humbled two noble champions.
"Hide your hand until you cut." Kaelor’s parting critique hung in the air, more damning for its truth than its harshness. He’d shown too much, revealed his approach too ea ...
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