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... re every morning began in the same suffering, where every evening ended in the same burning. Old Maeron had said this work took an entire lifetime, and he hadn’t exaggerated. At first, I thought he just wanted to scare us. But no. It was true.
Every breath in became an exercise, every breath out a struggle against my own body. You had to see the mana, not just feel it. Imagine it as invisible particles, tiny, dancing in the air around me. At first, I saw nothing, only emptiness. But thro ...
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