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Chapter 72: Joint Session (3)
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... in uneven circles around the field, their tired breaths mixing with the steady rhythm of pounding feet.
At the very front of the pack was Arthur, drenched in sweat.
His face was flushed, his hair clinging to his forehead, and his steps were increasingly sluggish.
The sword strapped to his back felt like it weighed a ton.
Every bounce with each step made it more unbearable.
"Fucking hell…" Arthur muttered between ragged breaths, "I feel like I'm gonna pass ...
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