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... table. She was too slow... too inexperienced... far beneath the woman she faced.
A flicker of horror passed over her face—then her body hit the dirt with a dull, sickening thud. The sword slipped from her grasp, clattering beside her as she clutched the gaping wound at her throat, blood pouring in warm, rhythmic surges between her fingers. Her mouth opened soundlessly, her eyes wild with disbelief, as though sheer will alone might stitch her skin back together—might hold her soul inside ...
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