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... f the wind. Caelen stood with his boots planted firm, the tip of his Solmire steel pressing into the hollow of Soren’s throat.
He was gasping, his chest heaving with the exertion of a man who had just climbed a mountain, but a jagged, bitter spark of victory flared in his eyes.
"You said you didn’t need magic to beat me," Caelen rasped, his voice raw and serrated.
He took a half-step closer, the blade dimpling Soren’s skin. He let a smirk, victorious and sharp, pull at hi ...
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