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... the Storm Clan’s hallways.

The doctor had been clear: Rian’s hands were in far better shape than expected.

The recent burns from sparring with Varn were superficial, and his recovery from internal damage was near-miraculous.

Though minor injuries remained, the improvement was undeniable, leaving her puzzled.

She couldn’t stop wondering if Rian was hiding some special ability he didn’t want to share.

’What’s he keeping secret?’ she thought, stealing a side ...

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