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Chapter 176: Role Assignment
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... beneath his boots.
He found the burly, scarred innkeeper wiping down the counter with a rag.
"Down already?" Butrick asked. "The room wasn’t to your liking?"
"I need a space," Percival said flatly. "Somewhere open. Somewhere the stone can take a beating."
Butrick grinned. "You want to train, eh? Darn Awakeners. We’ll go out the northern fence, past the treeline. There’s an old, dried-up quarry the miners abandoned a decade ago when the veins ran dry. Have fun." ...
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