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... Raye during breakfast, stabbing a piece of bread with my fork.
It had been two weeks since my training with Ares began, and though my body still ached in ways I hadn’t thought possible, I couldn’t deny the change.
My endurance had doubled—I could run laps around the training grounds and still breathe steadily after the first few turns, instead of collapsing in a wheezing heap.
My arms no longer shook after a dozen push-ups, and the bruises from my clumsy falls were fewer ...
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