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... Of Victory
While the boy she grew up with mused over existence in general, Nohre’s hands moved to that second wing. The spiritual connection flowed more smoothly this time as she better understood what she was meant to accomplish. Tiny bones aligned under her fingers while torn muscle and ligaments knit themselves back together at an *almost* unnoticeable fraction quicker than it had before.
"Very good. You’re getting better already."
Elua’s monotone praise made her di ...
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