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Tables were shoved aside, chairs were stacked, and a makeshift ring was formed in the muddy street outside The Broken Mug. The patrons, hungry for blood, cheered and shoved, making bets with whatever coin they had.
In one corner stood Gorm, cracking his neck and looking like a boulder that had learned to walk.
In the other corner stood Ignotus, picking lint off his black shirt.
Felix stood on the sidelines, wringing his hands so hard his knuckles were white. ...
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