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Chapter 214: The Loyal Mask

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Walter's POV

The morning sun beats down on the training grounds, but the heat does nothing to ease the ache in my side. The wound from the watchtower throbs beneath my cloths, a constant reminder of my failure—and my fury. But I hide it well. I always do.

Basil and I stand at the edge of the sparring ring, watching the warriors drill. Or rather, I watch. Basil stares at nothing, his jaw tight, his eyes distant. He's been like this all morning—quiet, wit

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