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Chapter 62: Weight of Weakness
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... —the one I carved myself. I needed something that could hold mana. Something that would not shatter the first time I tried to fight back.
I spent the morning staring at my hands, turning the problem over in my head. The wooden sword was fine for stances, for footwork, for the basic practice I had been doing every day. But it was not going to save me when another monster came. It was not going to let me test what I could actually do.
So I found Elder Marta in the herb garden, her ...
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