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... training field, my boots crunching over the sun-baked dirt, I dragged my sleeve across my forehead to wipe away the sweat. My arms still ached, and my palms still tingled from the last clash of steel with Ravick.
I had barely stepped into the shaded corridor when a flurry of skirts and hurried footsteps came my way.
"Princess—!" Marella burst into view, breathless, cheeks flushed from running. She stopped just short of me, hands clutching the sides of her gown as if that might k ...
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