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... glistening with confidence, basking in the undivided attention of your enemies and lovers alike.
This was not one of those days. My knees were still wet with blood. My arm had just been regrown by a woman who looked like she wanted to cry and kill me in the same breath. And behind me, the prison was beginning to collapse, as if the Tower itself had finally grown bored of all our posturing and decided to speedrun its apocalypse.
I still didn’t know exactly why the Tower had starte ...
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