PREVIEW
... training hall early—earlier than required, earlier than anyone sensible chose to be there. The stone floor still held the night's chill, and the air smelled faintly of oil and old sweat. Sunlight hadn't reached the high windows yet; everything was gray and flat and honest.
She stood alone in the center of the space and drew the Blade.
The motion itself was familiar. Smooth. Practiced. Her body knew the weight, the angle, the way the hilt settled into her palm.
What it did ...
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