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... d old concrete dust.
"Again," Senna wheezed.
She was in her chair today, too weak to stand, but her ferocity hadn’t dimmed. She wielded the broom handle like a master spearman, the wood blurring in the grey light.
Vane was gasping for air. Sweat slicked his palms inside his gloves. They were running close-quarters drills again. This was the messy, brutal stuff meant for when the beautiful lines of the Argent Horizon collapsed into a brawl.
Senna lunged. She thrust ...
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