July 24th, 1892 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic
As much as Charles wanted to go home he supposed the final duel of the supposedly advanced duelists ought to be the most interesting. Ought to be. He wasn't holding his breath. He wasn't sure how seeing Flint defeat Lupin would be better than watching Flint best his own son, the tournament had surely peaked already.
With a sigh he started to go over the rules a final time. Mr. Flint, please begin.
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