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The winter sun was beating down on us again, its heat sliding across my skin like someone pushing a warm hand against my back. I could feel sweat sticking to my clothes as I swung my weapon for what felt like the hundredth time today. Training with my classmates had become such a routine that my body moved almost automatically, even if my mind drifted off half the time.
It had been weeks—literal weeks—since all of us got transported to this world. At this point, the shock of bein ...
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