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My mind didn’t have time to scream—didn’t have time to do anything except shove my head just far enough out of the way that the blade kissed my cheek instead of splitting it.
The air sang between us as the edge whispered past my skin, leaving behind a line of heat so fine it almost didn’t hurt at first. Then the sting came, sharp and wet, and the smell of iron flooded my nose before I realized it was my own bloo ...
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