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... ife Hunt Arena—The Final Day.
The forest was silent, too silent. Rei clung to the highest branch of a twisted oak tree, his magical tuxedo snagged on twigs and his dignity bleeding out faster than his will to live. His bowtie had been eaten by a squirrel. His cummerbund had been set on fire by stray dragon flame. And his shoes—dear gods, his shoes—had already been stolen by Rosette’s assassin interns as "momentum samples."
He was barefoot, disheveled, and trembling in a suit supp ...
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