Peace.It was a strange, fragile thing, lighter than air, and I carried it carefully, afraid that one wrong step would shatter it.Three days had passed since the confrontation in the solar. Three days since Ares had, with a jaw tight enough to snap bone, agreed to let the cage doors open.And in those three days, the sky hadn't fallen. The walls hadn't crumbled.In fact, the sun had come out.I stood on the balcony overlooking the lower training fields, a mug of hot tea warming my hands. Below, the morning drills were in full swing. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of wooden staves against shields drifted up, a familiar, comforting percussion.But there was a new note in the symphony today.Down near the weapons rack, leaning heavily on a cane but standing upright, was Riel.He wasn't fighting. His leg was still heavily bandaged, stiff and useless for combat. But he wasn't isolating himself in the shadows, either. He was talking to Valerius.I leaned over the railing, straining
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