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... id, executing overhead slashes with a wooden sword. The boy had a slightly larger build and was drenched in sweat, just like Cassian.

Nearby, Cassian was also performing the overhead slashes with his wooden sword. He had made friends with this boy, Nahir, while training in the grounds. Nahir was another servant, though he worked for a different lord.

"I heard she punishes you if you even move one of her things by an inch," Nahir said, pausing to catch his breath.

Cassian ...

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