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... tching. No Eli with cutting words or sharp palms.
Just Ian.
And the dagger.
Stone dust danced in the air like ash. Pale morning light filtered through the cracks above, making long shadows across the chamber floor. Ian stood at the center, shirtless, his torso a canvas of bruises and healing cuts.
His hands were wrapped in blood-stained cloth, and sweat clung to his skin like oil.
In his grip, the dagger pulsed ever so faintly.
Vowbreaker.
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