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... ed it immediately.
It stood several steps away, rusted blade angled low, its hollow eye sockets locked onto him. It wasn’t charging. It wasn’t flailing. It was watching, as if measuring distance, timing, intent.
Arthur rolled his shoulders once and exhaled.
"Good," he muttered. "Take your time."
He stepped forward.
Not fast. Not slow.
Measured.
This fight wasn’t about survival anymore. That part had already been settled. He knew he could li ...
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