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... veloping him like a shroud, yet he felt the heavy weight of the day ahead pressing against his ribs. His limbs protested with every cautious move he made, a stark reminder of the bruises that crisscrossed his shoulders and ribs, painted like turbulent storm clouds. Though the potion salves temporarily dulled the pain, they could do nothing to erase the vivid memories of each brutal blow he had endured. Winning wasn't something he accomplished easily; it was a matter of survival, a testament to h ...
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