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Soren hunched over his bowl, methodically shoveling the bland porridge into his mouth. Each bite tasted like wet paper, but he’d eaten worse. Much worse. The shard rested cold against his chest, a small weight that had become as familiar as breathing.
Around him, the hall buzzed with noise, boasts about training scores, complaints about blisters, the clatter of wooden spoons against wooden bowls.
Everyone seemed to be talking at once, their voices rising and falling i ...
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