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... he thought of heading into battle again so soon made his stomach churn — and not just because of the soldier’s rations he’d just forced down. Always marching, always fighting, never a moment to breathe, to simply feel alive and... stronger. Much stronger.
The thought struck him suddenly, like a late revelation.
"Uh... Master," he began, the word scraping his throat as if he were swallowing gravel. He hated lowering himself like that — especially to a guy barely four years older t ...
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