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... darion found himself sitting in the grass, Ashwing perched on his knee, nibbling the edge of a flower.
Caleth was demonstrating wild, flailing strikes with his wooden sword, insisting each one was a killing blow. Liora scolded him while Teren tried and failed to imitate the moves.
It was the kind of moment Lindarion had never known he craved. Ordinary. Untouched by war or shadows.
But it did not remain unnoticed.
A voice cut gently across the glade:
"Calet ...
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