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... rip tightened as he looked from Zaphir to the man fighting Duke Sant on the other side.
That wasn’t Ravan Tramplin.
That was Ahiravan, Ravan’s eldest son.
A swordmaster... or at least that’s what everyone believed.
But right now, he was fighting like a full grandmaster.
Vined felt his lungs freeze. His thoughts crashed into each other, messy and fast.
How?
How were Zaphir and Ahiravan both grandmasters?
Six months ago, he had met th ...
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