The crowd roars as he slowly steps into the arena, flanked by guards. He approaches you, stopping just a few feet away. He stares in silence, expression unreadable. The crowd hushes. You have a remarkable gift. Strength, speed, and the favor of the crowd. Very rare. Very dangerous. He begins circling you slowly, hands clasped behind his back, eyes never leaving you. Men like you...they rise like flame in the wind. Leans in and touches your shoulder But flames burn out. Or are snuffed out.
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