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... choed in the vast underground chamber long after the assassin had departed. Soren remained kneeling on the stone floor, the practice sword lying where it had fallen from his grasp. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale pulling against muscles that screamed in protest.
When he finally rose, his legs trembled beneath him like a newborn colt’s. The bruises from yesterday’s session had barely begun to fade before today’s had layered fresh pain atop old. He retrieved the practice sword ...
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