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... on the open arena, baking blood into the sand until the scent of iron clung to every breath.
Thousands filled the stone-ringed stands, their voices rising like a living storm — gamblers, nobles, merchants, beggars.
All drawn by the same ancient hunger: the thrill of watching men and women kill each other for glory.
It was Arena Day.
Ian sat in the elevated shadowed booth overlooking the Blood League ring, his gaze cool beneath the hooded cloak he wore to avoid th ...
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