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Terin held his breath. A pulse jumped in his neck, quick and uneven.
Lucian scraped the chair a thumb’s width closer, as if testing how the sound sat in the room. His fingers tapped once on the sword hilt, a light touch with no rhythm behind it.
"No," he said before Terin could answer, "you don’t."
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, posture loose in a way that felt wrong in the cold room.
"So let me fill you in. Tendons sit everywhere a muscle clings to b ...
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