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Chapter 53: The Ring of Steel

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The armory was his sanctuary. It was a place of brutal honesty, where the only lies were the ones you told yourself with a poorly timed parry or a sloppy strike. The air was thick with the scent of whetstone oil, cold metal, and the faint, coppery tang of old blood. It smelled of power. It smelled of truth.

Kaelen moved with a grim, determined purpose, stripping off his fine tunic and replacing it with a simple leather jerkin. He chose his sparring blade, not the ornate, weighted sword of cerem
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