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... went unnoticed by Ivina, who was leaning against the wall. The severed cowhide ropes, cut by sharp wooden spikes, lay scattered around her, and her fair fingers trembled as she turned the yellowed diary's pages.
[In the year 708 of the Holy Calendar, in November, another child was born in Pedroel. They look so tiny and delicate. Their name is... Ivina? Am I a big brother now?]
[It's another day of training. As the eldest son of Pedroel, I must work even harder. Are you watching ...
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