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... in the fading golden light, looking down at Vurok with a cold, unwavering indifference.
"And what’s with the getup?" Vurok sneered, his voice cracking slightly despite his attempts at bravado. He gestured with his bronze sword toward the matte-black Cobra hide. "Found a dead snake and decided to play dress-up? You really look like a freak you are, Sol. A crippled, pathetic freak."
Sol didn’t answer. He stood perfectly still, his center of gravity low and immovable. To his enhance ...
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