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Chapter 2: The Celestial Arena
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... he glare of street lamps.
His breathing was so shallow, his chest barely moving up and down, that most would think that he was dead.
There was no movement in the alley except the faint twitches of Sebastian’s body, and there were no sounds except the whimpers that escaped him. The streets, illuminated with the yellow shine of the street lamps, mixed with the silver glow of moonlight, would have painted a truly beautiful picture if not for the pitiful surroundings.
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