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Glory, on a Wing and a Blade
From dream-drenched dawns to deathly dusk, men have sought glory smelted in the fiery hearts of fighting birds. They cradle their crowned combatants with calloused hands – each touch a ritual permeating with pride and peril. These wake-up calls are harbingers of both triumph or tragedy in arenas where beauty bleeds into violence and prayers sharpen into steel. Like their feathered gladiators, the handlers, too, walk the razor's edge between rhapsody and ruin. On this altar, climax promises sacrifice and salvation, but demands nothing less than the waltz between breath and blood.
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