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... d, and sharp at the edges.
Leon woke early. Not from duty or obligation. But instinct. The sun barely kissed the horizon when he rose from his bunk, dressed, and walked the length of the lower courts. Few cadets spoke to him. Fewer still met his eyes. Not from avoidance. From something bordering on awe.
The weight of titles did that.
He didn’t wear one on his sleeve. Not Bearer. Not Binder. But every step marked it.
The old instructors had begun rotating classes a ...
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