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Chapter 127. The Scalpel Stance
Author: Sikky Turner
last update2026-01-23 23:08:39

Night took the land without asking. The battlefield lay quiet behind Rick. Fires burned low.

Men slept in uneasy clusters. No one followed him when he walked away from the basin and into the open dark.

He stopped on a rise of stone where the ground flattened and the wind moved clean. The moon hung pale above him. Clouds slid past it in slow strips.

Rick planted his feet. He did not draw a weapon. He raised his hands. The first stance came from habit. Feet shoulder width. Knees bent. Spine straight. Breath slow. He adjusted it.

He narrowed the stance. He turned his lead foot inward by a finger’s width. His weight shifted forward.

His hands lifted, palms facing each other, fingers relaxed and curved. Incision. He moved.

His right hand sliced through the air in a short, clean line. Not wide. Not fast. Exact. The air parted.

Light followed his hand. A thin line glowed where his palm passed, sharp and pale, like a cut that did not bleed.

Rick stopped the motion at the end of the line. He
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