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... ould bleed. Nose, ears, mouth—check. Confidence—ha, dead. My ribs still hummed from the orchestra of cracks they’d played last round. My back felt like it had auditioned as the dungeon’s mop.
My jacket sleeve hung in ribbons. My "weapons" list currently included: zero knives, one bent chain bracelet, and sarcasm. Last Chapter—yeah, I call it that now—I got turned into pavement pizza. This Chapter, apparently, I was supposed to try again.
The Guardian stepped closer, tail smashing ...
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