"Do you remember the last time we stood here?" The threatening rasp of a sword sliding from its sheath grated through the stillness. A harsh laugh followed, as though it had been ripped forcefully from a dry throat. "Do you, Jules? Do you remember what you said to me?"The moon was low and full. A long black shadow passed before the branches behind which Julien was poised, tense, ready for action but still reluctant for the unavoidable meeting to begin. Again, Quinn's sharp tones sneered: "I would never betray you. Blade brother." This last hung heavy with bitter sarcasm.
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