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... e practically carved into his face. He was pleased with himself, and why wouldn't he be? Seventeen years of training hadn't been wasted. If he had turned out to be some good-for-nothing fool before awakening his memories, he might have just ended his own life out of sheer embarrassment. In his mind, this man standing before him was already a dead man walking.
"So... am I supposed to stand here all day, or are you coming at me yourself?" Sylvaris taunted, his voice laced with boredom. He ...
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