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... n hit. Abnet stepped back in a smooth pivot, his stance easy and unreadable, as if the strike had cost him nothing.
Lucian let out a sharp breath and circled left. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck. The courtyard stones shimmered in the late sun. Abnet waited for him, calm as a man watching a kettle warm.
Lucian lunged.
The attack had speed but lacked something deeper. Abnet parried with a short twist, caught Lucian’s wrist with the end of the staff, and tapped his f ...
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