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... e a blade dragged clean across stone.
Everything stopped.
Nero’s next step died half-formed. The heat in the ring collapsed inward with a violent hiss, fire along the boundary strips guttering down into ugly embers. Dean, one hand still half-lifted, froze with blood bright over his mouth and chin, chest rising and falling hard enough to make the torn fabric over his ribs pull.
For one beat, no one moved.
Then Arion was in the ring.
He did not remember cros ...
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