Sable's POVSela's words followed me into my tent that night and were still sitting in my chest when Ivy shook me awake the next morning."Up," Ivy said. "We're starting knife work today.""What time is it?""Early enough that you shouldn't be asking me that." She tossed something at me, and I caught it on instinct, a knife, handle first, the blade catching the dim morning light. "Eat later. Get up."I dragged myself out of the tent, the weight of the blade unfamiliar in my hand, my grip already off according to the way Ivy frowned at it the second she saw me holding it."You're holding it like you're scared of it," she said."I am scared of it.""Good. Means you're smart. Now hold it right anyway." She adjusted my fingers with quick, practiced movements. "Thumb here, not wrapped all the way around. You want control, not a death grip."I copied the grip, and the blade sat steadier in my palm after that, though it still felt wrong somehow, like I was holding something that belonged to
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