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... entleman I absolutely was, we both strolled back toward the clearing.
And there he stood—Steve, still frozen mid-swing, his sword inches from where my neck used to be.
Ana blinked. “He’s still like that?”
I crossed my arms and nodded solemnly. “Yes. Such is the path of true dedication.”
She tilted her head. “You said he was practicing something?”
I nodded again, more seriously. “The Art of the Frozen Sword. It’s a long-lost technique. Only those with incre ...
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