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... n’s eagerness wouldn’t let him sleep.
He slipped from his cot, careful to avoid the creaking floorboard by Dane’s bunk. The other recruits were lost to dreams or nightmares, their breathing creating a symphony of snores and sighs in the darkened barracks.
None stirred as he retrieved his practice sword from beneath his bed, the wooden blade a poor substitute for steel but all he was permitted to carry.
His body protested each movement. Kaelor’s "special training" had left ...
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