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... to leather, metal kissing stone, breath counted in tight little cages. Straps got yanked twice, blades checked thrice, boys tried to swallow their hearts and only managed to wet their tongues. Beyond the arch, the ward purred at a pitch that made teeth second-guess themselves.
I didn’t pray or posture. I stretched my fingers until the old ache where sabre guard met bone turned from complaint to promise, then let my hands hang loose. ’Own the beat,’ I told myself. ’Make the ring small. Ma ...
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