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... isfying crescendo to mark the shift, just the instructor limping out with a crate and dropping it at the boys’ feet, the thud heavier, hungrier.
The practice blades, sleek iron, dulled but thick enough to wound, glinted a dull gray in the watery sun.
Soren watched each boy hesitate before taking one, performing in miniature the same grim ritual: a thumb run along the edge, a bounce in the hand, the silent acknowledgement that they might now actually bleed.
The instructor’ ...
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