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... he morning into vertical slices, none of which landed where the instructor wanted them.
The pit was mud now, thawed and re-freezing in miserable layers; even the sand aspired to be stone.
Soren watched the row of backs hunch and heave, the repetition chewing up time and confidence in equal measure.
Tavren put his whole spine into each draw, grunting after every bladefall, and Rhain, careful as ever, traced his arcs with a mathematician’s dread of error.
Soren’s ow ...
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