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... ck as he caught his breath. The midday sun pierced the dense canopy above, scattering golden patches across the forest floor. Lyra sat a few feet away, her sword balanced across her knees, the whetstone in her hand gliding along the blade with a steady shink-shink. The sound grounded him, a quiet rhythm amid the wild unknown of Eryndor.
"So, how far to Eldergrove from here?" he asked, brushing dirt from his hands.
Lyra paused, tilting her head as if measuring the distance in her ...
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