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... . No smirk. No raised fist to feed the crowd’s addiction.
He simply turned and walked off the sand as if nothing of note had occurred.
As if he hadn’t just murdered a man with a single, ghostly touch.
The arena roared behind him. Thunderous. Mindless.
They didn’t know what they’d witnessed.
Not really.
From the high booth, Ian didn’t blink.
Velrosa broke the silence first.
"He pointed at you."
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