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... p> Batting away the plume of smoke, he took a look at the target and groaned. Shoulder shot, again. That made the third in a row, and at this point they’d have to ask one of the staff to bring back more straw to stuff that poor scarecrow with.
“You have the stance and the breathing down,” Song said. “Only in a learned way, not yet drilled, but that will come with repetition.”
Black House, being the polite version of the Rectorate allowing the Watch to build a fort inside their ow ...
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