DEXTERAWith the way Freya spoke, it dawned on me that she wasn't joking.Yet, my muscles seemed to ache even more at the thought of running. The soreness from yesterday had settled deep into my body, and I was already struggling to move without wincing. Ten laps would be nothing short of torture."Freya, I trained yesterday," I reminded her. "Intensively, might I add. I'm still sore.""And?"I blinked. "And my entire body feels like it's been dragged through hell.""Then I suggest you get acquainted with hell. You seem determined to survive in this world, and survival isn't always comfortable."I inhaled slowly through my nose.There were several things I wanted to say to her, but none of them would have improved my situation.For one, I wanted to remind her that I hadn't volunteered to be subjected to military-style punishment every time she woke up in a bad mood. For another, I wanted to ask whether she had any idea what the word recovery meant.Instead, I clenched my teeth and lo
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