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... hall was mostly empty, save for the gentle hum of the lights above and the rhythmic thrust-clack-thrust echoing through the space.
Meira stood alone at the center of the hall, dressed in her fencing uniform, sweat beading along her brow. Her blade snapped forward—quick, clean, precise.
Again.
And again.
She danced forward, then back, feet gliding on the polished floor as she practiced her form.
But her expression was tight.
Another thrust. Another ...
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