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The capital of Tulmud rose like a jewel, its great arena a roaring heart of stone and sand. The sun was high, casting long shadows across the fighting grounds. Inside the arena, two contenders clashed, aura flaring with every strike, the air itself trembling with the pressure of their blows.
Up in the VIP stands, Hiro slouched in his seat, spinning a dagger between his fingers as though it were a toy. He yawned loudly, drawing a few sharp looks from nearby bishops. "D ...
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