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... im like a tide washing over sand, bringing with it the unfamiliar sensation of defeat. His head throbbed where Franklin's strike had landed, but it was his pride that bore the deeper wound. As his vision cleared, he found Franklin standing over him, patient and unperturbed, as if they were merely engaged in a training exercise rather than a duel between demigods.
"Impossible," Fulgrim muttered, rising to his feet. "A momentary lapse. Nothing more." But even as the words left his lips, do ...
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