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... find himself sprawled in the dust of the training yard, his body a map of pain with no safe territories. Overhead, the sky had taken on the deep purple of early evening, though he had no memory of the sun’s descent.
"Get up," a voice commanded from somewhere above him. "Lord Ayren waits, and he’s not known for patience."
Soren blinked, trying to bring the world into focus. A page stood over him, nose wrinkled with distaste at the sight of his blood-smeared, sweat-soaked form. The ...
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