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... ch marks on one sleeve. Not from today. From older things. Harder fights.
Underneath, a simple grey shirt. Fitted armor weave. No flare.
His arms were scarred. Forearms layered with old burn marks, blade trails, one that looked like it had come from acid.
Lucen’s thoughts flashed.
’Each one of those lines is a reminder. A stat check. A tax receipt for surviving.’
He exhaled, slow. "You better not hold back."
Varik smiled. First time.
It was ...
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