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CHAPTER 118: Her Wet Eyes

Penulis: Zerath
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-22 22:30:02

Caden's POV

The training grounds are a mess, muddy from weeks of boots and weapons. Warriors are sparring, swords glinting as they move, and their breath creates puffs in the chilly morning air. I stand in the middle, just my shirt on, sleeves rolled up, gripping a wooden sword.

Finn, a young warrior, is circling me, searching for an opening. He’s quick, eager to show what he’s got.

“Your guard’s falling,” I tell him.

He

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