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... Wind whispered through the palace gardens, rustling the dew-drenched leaves, carrying the faint scent of damp soil and burned mana. In the private courtyard, Lara stood alone.
Her hands trembled, not from weakness—but restraint.
The training ground was soaked in red sunlight , her sword shimmering like a streak of frozen lightning as she drove it forward again, and again, and again. Each strike hissed through the air with desperate precision.
’You have to stay strong.’ < ...
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