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... t casting long shadows across the worn earth. Marcus stood alone in this fading day, his sword moving through the air with methodical precision. There was nothing flashy about his movements – no elaborate footwork, no dramatic flourishes. Just a single, forward swing repeated with unwavering dedication.
His form was beyond mere perfection; it spoke of something deeper. Each swing carried the weight of countless repetitions, like a monk who had spent decades perfecting a single prayer. Th ...
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