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... o whirl faintly. She gripped her sword with both of her hands and she need not grip it tight. Her hands practically felt frozen stiff to the hilt. She wished the same was true to her posture. It was the opposite of stiff. It was frail and quivering. She was cold and tired, her opponent’s words rang true. Her legs were akin to stone, every bit as stiff and heavy but the sole grace was that she could still move them. Perhaps “moving” would be putting it mildly, she was swinging them as that was th ...
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