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Days bled into each other like the sweat and blood dripping off my skin, no mercy, no breaks, no excuses.
Astrid Voss was a tyrant in training gear. She didn’t smile. She didn’t encourage. She didn’t offer words like "good job" or "you’re improving." Just barked orders with that cold, commanding voice that could slice through flesh and steel.
We trained in the ruins of the feral dormitory, my home, my graveyard, my battleground. The same place where over thirty of us once li ...
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