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... s still bathed in pale morning light when the soldiers assembled in the open clearing, a sacred hour before the day’s demands pulled them apart. The remaining captains sat cross-legged across the field, eyes closed, backs straight, immersed in silence.
Lumberling sat among them, hands resting atop his knees, practicing Imperial Mindseal Meditation.
His breath was slow, controlled. His thoughts emptied like sand slipping through his fingers. Within his inner space, a lattice of in ...
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