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... g run. The ceiling tracked light in thin lines. Racks held practice weapons in tidy rows, and the floor wore a web of old chalk where teachers had drawn circles and then told students to ignore them and trust their feet. Somewhere a clock ticked like a metronome learning a new song.
Kori stood by the door with her hands behind her back. She was composed, the way a lake pretends the wind is a rumor. When the door at the far end opened, her composure glanced sideways and then pretended it ...
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