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Chapter 41: The Dragons’ Gymnasium — Break and Rebuild, Again and Again
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... er our training adjustments, the calculations, the series of movements repeated to the point of nausea... there was still that fucking knot, lodged in my arm, like a rusty blade wedged under the skin. I went to bed thinking I could ignore it, but with every breath, it came back. A dull, throbbing, unbearable burning.
I sighed in the darkness of my room, my palm pressed against my tense bicep. No, this wouldn’t go away on its own. My body was screaming, and I knew there was only one perso ...
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