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... contradictions. He moved too fast to follow, yet his steps looked clumsy, almost reckless, like someone half-tripping forward but never falling.
Even the dagger in Dylan’s hand felt more precise than those wild arcs of Seamus’s blade, only Seamus wasn’t holding a blade at all.
A pale sword jutted from his arm, grown out of his body like sharpened bone. It looked wrong, unnatural, but it cut the air like a predator’s claw.
Dylan crouched behind a cracked concrete pillar a ...
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