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... glory, a few swore it was for pride. Strip away the words and it always came down to the same thing—they wanted to beat someone bloody. Whether the match was rigged or not, the excuse never mattered. He wasn't any different. His reasons were his own, but they all ended the same once fists started swinging.
Tonight felt different. The backroom of Deluos smelled like stale sweat and cheap wine. Lucian leaned against the wall, watching Casalus came limping over with that sheepish grin, the ...
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