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... , fake sky, and the miasma breathed like a sleeping, venomous animal. The Archduke didn’t rush. He trimmed my space the way a patient butcher trims fat—one careful, irreversible cut after another. A thin veil slid across the lane my hips liked. A drifting after-blade waited half a step behind my shoulder.
I was losing. It was a simple, mathematical fact. My sword was a screwdriver at a house fire.
Red Hunger pressed in like warm applause for a fight well fought and slid off the g ...
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