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... through mere minutes -- others would last for decades. Whether they were long or short, though, they were still whims. Wu Ming would throw them away without a second thought.
Quite often Morgan Nacht worried that he too was one of those whims.
The arena was his today, the only other occupant being a training automatic right in the middle of the space. Morgan danced around it, striking it with his saber as it attempted to block with a light shield. It didn’t have much luck -- he ...
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