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... s of the trees in the nearby orchard.
Logan became acutely aware of the ache in his own shoulders. The slight blister at the base of his palm. The memory of his thrust wavering earlier.
He replayed her motions in his mind.
Not a single correction.
Not a single flaw.
He felt heat crawl up his neck—sharp, humiliating. All his grinding effort, all his grim discipline, and she moved as though mastery were simply her natural state.
He had carved progres ...
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