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... to be drawn into the provocations. The sangria spear, though a formidable deterrent, hung poised in his grip—an unspoken declaration of his readiness to defend himself if need be.
The alley, its walls casting elongated shadows, became the arena for a silent standoff. The thugs, emboldened by their numbers, tested the waters of Cyrus’s resilience. The air, thick with anticipation, held the unspoken question of whether the encounter would dissolve into verbal sparring or escalate into phy ...
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