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... turn, Your Majesty."
The crowd murmured, the sound rippling through the ranks of guards and servants who had gathered on the ramparts to watch. Jorel Draen stepped forward. He didn’t take a practice sword. He drew his twin steel blades, the metal singing as it left the scabbards.
Soren gripped his practice sword, his heart leaping. "Now this will be a proper fight."
Jorel offered a slight, knowing smirk. "Don’t hold back on my account, Sire."
"I wouldn’t dream of ...
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