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Chapter 18: Trial of Waters
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... d his face, Black Vein loose but ready in his hand. Across the broken floor floated the shadow that looked exactly like him — his own face twisted into a cruel, mocking smile.
The storm-shadow raised its sword, a black mirror of Venshiro's own.
Venshiro's heart pounded. His palms felt sweaty on the hilt of Black Vein.
This wasn't just a fight.
This was everything he hated and feared about himself.
The shadow moved first.
Fast — too fast.
It ...
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