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... from her exhausted slumber. For a moment, panic gripped her—the sound too reminiscent of battle, of weapons striking armor and flesh. Her calloused fingers reached instinctively for the sword that was her constant companion during campaigns.
Then reality washed over her. These were silken sheets beneath her, not the rough canvas of a field tent. The sounds weren't combat but training—fierce and determined, yet purposeful.
Every muscle protested as Elysia rose. Three months of ca ...
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