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... nineteen boys rose from a thick red bath that clung to their skin like paint.
The liquid had felt like flame all day, scalding them under the surface, biting at bone and breath.
They had gritted their teeth until their jaws ached and swallowed every whimper, because their parents had told them this was how you became a cultivator.
Cultivators were powerful. That was what they had been taught until it sat in their heads like a hymn.
And when they had seen Calyx fig ...
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