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... opped somewhere in the middle of that final clash. Her fingers, pale against the marble railing, dug just slightly into the stone—pressing down to keep herself grounded in this moment that felt too vast, too charged, too alive to be real.
The draw was announced.
But her ears barely registered it.
Her eyes were wide. Unblinking.
Because what she had just witnessed wasn’t a duel.
It was a revelation.
Not a show of strength. Not a contest of pride. ...
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