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... > He’d barely slept.
And when he had, every movement sent pain lancing through his ribs where that thing had kicked him.
*Bruised. Probably cracked. Definitely going to hurt like hell for days.*
He sat up carefully, wincing.
His practice sword—what was left of it—sat in pieces on his desk. A reminder of how outmatched he’d been.
*Pathetic. That’s what it called me. Pathetic.*
And it wasn’t wrong.
Without Elira, he’d be dead.
Again. ...
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