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... was already among them: precise, careful, and clinical.
Fists and flats of palms that taught balance, not bloodletting. He pressed, flipped, and shoved; each strike was measured to break pride, not bones. Not a bruise marked their skin when he finished—only humbled faces and the kind of shock that makes even cocky youths remember how fragile they are.
He leaned down, close enough that the twins tasted the river on his breath.
"Mess with me again," he said, voice small bu ...
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