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... tage like a blur.
Even the people who had been busy with their own work stopped what they were doing and turned toward the training platform.
A few blacksmiths who had been giving final touches to their weapons outside their huts halted mid-strike, tools dangling in their hands, eyes fixed on Derek.
’Where did this oddball come from?’ Denvar thought in disbelief. ’His sword isn’t cutting through the targets because there’s no aura, yet those movements... those perfectly m ...
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