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Fifteen thousand voices crashed into a single sound that had been building since the seventh star planted itself in the air. Lin Xuan let it travel through him without reacting. He bowed, the formal full bow to the rings that the protocol of a champion required, and held it for the count of three.
When he straightened, the world had divided itself into four corners of attention.
In the western tribune, the man in the white robe with the red trim was gone. The cushion he had stood up from was empty. Two cushions over, the young woman with long green hair folded her paper wrap of melon, dabbed the corner of her mouth with the edge of a sleeve, and rose without ceremony.
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