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... t was all the same. But something about it struck her as she walked past the smooth white stones. She heard the crowds cheering and looked to where Ham was eyeing her contemptuously. The sun beat down far harder than usual on her armor, and she heard her breathe in the helmet.
They took their places. And Relma knew she was not going to let the crowd down. She'd give them a show if nothing else.
"People of Harlenor!" cried Davian. "Our next match in this tournament is between two ...
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