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... o her side. The tip kissed the cobblestones and stayed there, dragging behind her in a long, grinding screech of violet steel against stone that echoed off the ice dome overhead. Sparks trailed the blade in a line of dying embers. Her pace was slow, measured. It was the walk of a woman who had been burned, blasted, and thrown through the air and simply decided that none of it mattered.
The violet fire along the katana’s edge had dimmed during the explosion. It reignited now, crawling bac ...
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