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... hed palm, Althea was drenched in sweat, each bead tracing a slow path down her temples.
The sheer delicacy of control she demanded from her own body and mind was exhausting, every tiny movement of the water requiring focus sharper than a razor's edge.
Around her, everyone was silent, save for the faint whisper of the circulating water. At her age, no one else could even hope to coax the liquid into such precise form even in the entire class; she alone carried this rare mastery. < ...
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