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... Boastful shouting, the sizzling of healing salves on bruises, and the sharp cracks of snapping towels filled the air.
Today when Vane walked in the noise died down to a murmur.
He moved to his corner. His muscles screamed from the residual strain of the Silver Mana coating he had used in the arena. He stripped off his sweat-soaked jacket and tossed it into his locker. He could feel eyes on his back. Not the usual sneering dismissal of the elite eyeing the commoner trash. This was ...
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