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... -wager sank into the shattered mahogany floorboards, locking the sudden-death contract into the foundational code of Sector Eight.
The heavy blast shields covering the massive windows groaned under the pressure of the howling wind outside, completely cutting us off from the arena pit. The ambient light in the VIP suite shifted to a harsh, emergency crimson.
I held the curved handle of my black umbrella. The rusted hairpin burned against my chest, a searing brand linking me direct ...
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