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... Elric Marrow seemed determined to change that. It was barely dawn, yet the air already stank of sweat, iron, and churned-up soil. Mist clung low to the ground, curling around boots and blunted blades. No birds. No wind. Just the sound of ten simultaneous sparring matches and the occasional grunt of pain.
Leon exhaled through clenched teeth and reset his footing.
He and Fena had been locked in a mock bout for five minutes straight, with no pause. That was the rule today: no resets ...
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