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... era calmly.
The dust of battle had not fully settled. Broken stone tiles lay scattered across the courtyard, and the faint metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air. A dry wind moved between the ruined pillars, stirring the hems of robes and carrying with it the tension of a storm that had not yet decided whether to fall.
"Since Senior Brother has spoken," he began slowly—
The air around them seemed to hold its breath.
"Since Senior Brother has said so, if ...
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