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... p> Patricia did not flinch or dodge.
With a calm gaze fixed forward, the rapier in her hand traced a neat arc through the air, cleaving straight down from in front of her.
Sharpness arrived, and with the blade’s touch, it split.
In an instant, the scene before Ronald seemed like something out of a movie.
The wooden cellar door, sheathed in iron, split in two at the mere touch of the passing silver light, falling to either side before crashing against the courtyard ...
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