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... because the alternative is dying."
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The training grounds lay empty in the grey light before dawn.
Worn dirt. Weathered stone. Not a soul in sight. The only sounds were distant servants starting their duties in the kitchens and the occasional cry of a crow against the slate sky. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Rhys Blackwood stood alone at the center of the largest sparring circle. His breath formed small clouds that hung in the frigid air for a heartbeat before ...
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