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... leep. His shoulder screamed as he rose from sweat-soaked sheets, the wound Trescan’s blade had carved still angry and raw beneath fresh bandages. Three weeks since the tournament, and the pain remained his constant companion.
The training yard hummed with activity when he arrived, a dozen knights and twice as many squires already deep in their morning drills. Steel rang against steel, punctuated by shouted commands and the occasional grunt of pain.
Sweat hung in the air despite t ...
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