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... ng out in sharp bursts, followed by the low thud of a body hitting the stone floor. The Archivist’s study was silent otherwise, save for the occasional shuffle of boots and the steady hum of the sigils embedded into the chamber’s walls behind the bookshelves.
Mara sat cross-legged on the raised platform near the edge of the sparring circle, one hand propping up her chin, the other twirling a worn hex-bit between her fingers. She did not blink during the sparring.
She could not, s ...
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