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Chapter 13

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The heavy smell of dried lavender, iron-rich mountain clay, and steeped silver-leaf tea filled the warm infirmary.

I sat on a wooden bench, wincing slightly as a soft linen cloth dabbed against the deep bruises covering my forearms. My muscles were screaming from the grueling midnight practice and another exhausting morning session in the training arena.

"Hold still, dear," Aeris Holloway murmured softly, her kind, wrinkled face illuminated by the amber glow of the hearth fire. "You are running
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