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... and the yard radiated ruckus: swords snapped the air, wooden shields ricocheted sound off the stone, and everywhere, the bright staccato churn of bodies desperate to impress.
He tried not to shiver, but the cold out here was precise, practiced, and could find flesh even under three layers of roughspun.
The ring filled fast. Soren watched the line of trainees press toward the chalked border as if crowding would help them escape.
A few were from the city, but most wore the ...
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