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... blood and sweat clinging to my senses. The arena still bore the scars of the last match—the cracked concrete where Stryker had fallen, the lingering echoes of his screams lost beneath the roars of the crowd.
I felt three sets of eyes on me.
"Good luck." Sienna's voice was softer than usual, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. She didn't need to say more. I could hear the unspoken plea in her words—come back.
Camille was next. She smirked, though her usual teasing ...
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