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... etween pain and gravity. His right eye had swollen nearly shut, and the taste of copper lingered on his split lip.
Kaelor Varas had spent the afternoon teaching him exactly how much he didn’t know about swordplay, primarily by beating it into him with methodical precision.
The usual evening chatter died as he entered. Dozens of eyes tracked his progress across the room, cataloging each bruise, each bloodstain, each unsteady step. The silence had weight, pressing against his skin ...
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