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... ed by reinforced weapon racks and practice dummies now silhouetted under the silvery glow of the full moon. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the nearby manor gardens.
Alaric stood at one end of the field, Lilliana Valtor at the other. The usual tension of a spar was there, but it was overlaid with a complex current of nostalgia, curiosity, and the unspoken acknowledgment of how much had changed since their academy days.
"Are you sure about ...
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