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... ght barely pierced the thick layer of clouds that blanketed the city like an oppressive shroud. There was a desolate air to the day, but the weather was perfect for a trial—neither warm nor cold, just a constant, indifferent breeze. A climate that offered no comfort nor discomfort. Neutral. Like the eyes of an executioner.

That day, the commoners knew something was different. No physical training, no classroom lessons. It was the day of the test. That's how it was called—vaguely, without ...

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