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... ly tranquil. His posture was not of a warrior locked in mortal struggle, but of one walking along a riverbank, watching currents flow beneath his feet.
The silence stretched.
Ashwing broke it in Lindarion’s mind, his tone half-amused, half-impatient. ’He’s going to break his arms if he pushes that much mana through them. Why don’t you stop him?’
’Because,’ Lindarion answered silently, ’he deserves to finish what he began. Even if it costs him.’
’That’s stupid.’ ...
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