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... dge of my vision. Groaning, I pull the thin cover over my head and drift back to sleep.
"Get up, you lackwit, or your pretty princeling will die!" he snaps.
I ignore him, weariness settling heavy in my bones. My thighs are stiff from crouching, ribs sore from being knocked into the dirt. The General had them blindfold us yesterday, ten men each to the pit with real blades. It turned dark quickly.
They said it was to teach us survival when all our senses were stripped.
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