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... wide, open space surrounded by high stone walls and latticed with creeping vines that tried to soften the severity of the place.
The floor was packed dirt, smoothed flat by years of footsteps, though a few training dummies and wooden posts bore scars from weapons and claws alike.
Ares stood at the center, arms crossed, a broad wall of muscle wrapped in fighting leathers.
The straps clung to him like a second skin, and despite the easy grin tugging at his mouth, his size ...
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