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... that faint pop of displaced air and a swirl of mist that clung to his shoulders for a few seconds before drifting away.
Theodore stepped out onto the cracked concrete with his blade still resting loose in his hand, shoulders damp with sweat that chilled instantly in the evening breeze.
The noise of the plaza hit him all at once, cheers, a few scattered whoops, the rustle of bodies pressing closer to the barricades just to get a better look at the quiet guy who hadn’t flinched onc ...
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