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... rown hair that’d escaped her bun. My squire swiped her sword up in a smart salute and her opponent mirrored the gesture. “And in winter of all times. Where did you say we’d be going again?”
We were in the Fulgurkeep’s training yard, a sort of quarry dug out from the rocky island’s face. Sheer basalt walls and the soaring spires of the enormous castle complex rose around us, dizzyingly high and giving me the impression of standing in a ravine. A light, slow snow drifted down from the gray ...
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