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... ckles like living veins.
The air grew cold and the warrior in front of me had no choice but to stop again, afraid of being killed by being hasty.
Something wrong pulsed in the room.
The assassins backed up.
The warriors hesitated.
The masked leader? He tensed.
"You see," I started, rolling my shoulders, "the other me? He's… different. He thinks too much. He trains. He refines his skills. He wants to improve his physique, his technique, his control. ...
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