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... p-brown skin corded with muscle and marred by jagged scars that wound across his arms... the kind left by battles too brutal to heal cleanly.
The scars twisted and flexed as his grip tightened, his sword-hand flicking the last clinging strands of sludge aside with a contemptuous snap.
Face was youthful but stern, lips pressed into a hard frown... but the expression was familiar.
So achingly familiar.
Keiser’s breath caught.
It was the same face he had seen ...
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