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... ward in the way it always did—indifferent, unkind, dragging the living along whether they were ready or not. Alice Ivory was fifteen now, and in those eight years, she had learned one unshakable truth:
The world did not forgive weakness.
The training yard rang with the dull, repetitive sound of wood striking straw.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Alice’s arms moved with mechanical precision, her grip tight around the wooden sword as she swung it down ...
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