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... the arena. She drew in a steady breath, feeling the polished stone floor through her boots. Around her, the stands were packed with hooded nobles and shouting commoners, all eager for blood. A torchbearer flitted past, and Althea's cloak flowed in the hot draft of flame-licked air. She smoothed back the hood of her black cloak, carefully keeping her pointed ears buried beneath its folds.
The horn blew a single, resonant note. From behind a drape of carved oak came her opponent: a hulkin ...
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