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... n his nature. His muscles coiled as he sprang forward, twin daggers flashing in the dim torchlight. His target was clear—Lusweti’s throat.
Lusweti met him with steady eyes and sharper steel. His sword cut through the air, intercepting Duarte’s first strike in a shower of sparks. The force of the parry sent a jarring vibration through Duarte’s wrists, but he barely hesitated, twisting to attack from a different angle. He was fast, almost impossibly so, his daggers a blur as he aimed for L ...
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