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... night before the Grand Continental Tournament, the Ironhold didn’t get quiet. It just got deeper. The high-pitched hiss of steam vents settled into a low, rhythmic thrum, like the heartbeat of a sleeping titan.
Inside the Arcadia team’s strategy room, the air was so thick with tension you could carve it with a dagger.
The twelve of us sat around a circular table made of black basalt. There were no snacks, no jokes, and for once, Aiden Stromfang wasn’t snoring.
Arthur ...
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