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... was significantly less luxurious than I’d expected.
By which I mean: we were in a field behind the building, standing in mud, while Mara shouted instructions like a particularly aggressive gym teacher.
"Again!" she called from her position near the tree line. "You’re telegraphing your moves, Azryth can see you coming from a mile away."
"That’s because he’s had five hundred years of practice," I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. "I’ve had like, two weeks."
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