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... est rising and falling with ragged defiance, blood dripping from his ruined hand, his knuckles cracked open like fault lines. Every inch of his body screamed in protest, but none of it mattered.
Because the soldier—the Trial—was down.
And Damien was not.
He stood.
Not victorious like a champion in light and applause.
But still.
Breathing.
Bleeding.
Alive.
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