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- His neck was stiff and painful from the weight of his helm and the numerous blows it had borne. His gauntlets were caked in a burgundy mud, which crumbled away in flakes as he eased them off. His hands were blue with bruises and his knuckles ached as he flexed them. The bangle on his wrist bore the imprint of two scimitar cuts in the gold.
- -TR, pg. 353-354
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