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... ielding to the gentlest touch with an almost liquid grace. Anyone observing might dismiss it as fragile, a decorative material meant for ornament rather than function. The delicate way it flexed under pressure, the paper-thin profile, the way light seemed to pass through its grain—all of it suggested weakness.
They would be catastrophically wrong.
Zeke's muscles corded as he applied more force, tendons standing out like steel cables beneath his skin. His hands, strengthened by ye ...
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