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... beside Arkilla. Her legs throbbed, protesting any further movement.
"Oh, this is even more exhausting than combat training in the arena," she groaned.
Arkilla snorted. "Oh, I disagree. Combat is far better. But, this is draining. It must be past twelve by now." She glanced at Rail. "Why do you look so baffled?"
"The scent in this place is incredible. Now, I’m jealous of His Majesty."
Arkilla rolled her eyes. "Meanwhile, you reek of moss. Where have you been?"
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