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... uck on the head.
“U-uh... Do you have a busy schedule or something...?”
“No, not particularly.”
“Then... please, just this once, help me out.”
Dylan bent at a sharp 90-degree angle, bowing deeply. His earnestness was palpable enough to make even Luke hesitate. His gaze dropped inadvertently to Dylan’s hands, which were marred with calluses and wounds. The training sword Luke had just returned to him was similarly battered.
“...How does a sword even end up ...
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