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... d the slender automaton flickered, and in less time than it would take me to blink, Umbra (the sword) was hovering just an inch above my neck.
My eyes meet those of the automaton, my eyebrow rising lazily as if to ask ’Are you done?’
Umbra tilts her head, and once more her form blurs, reappearing in front of Edrassa, sword poised to impale her through the chest.
Only to once more stop but an inch away from its target.
The automaton ignores the girl’s panicked scre ...
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