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... his abyssal blade, his eyes darted between the poltergeist's cruel smirk and the chilly fog condensing into another volley of hovering arrows.
A drop of sweat rolled down his temples. Like a cowboy locked in a lethal duel, he had to deliver a swift, devastating blow to end his adversary. But where was the girl?
She had faded and now lingered in the shadows. Perhaps lying an ambush behind or most likely waiting to impale his chest the moment he charged the boy.
Even if he ...
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