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... was instantly broken by the sound of the training hall doors sliding open with a soft, decisive thud.
’Who came now?’ Azael thought.
Standing framed in the doorway, bathed in the morning light filtering in from the windows, was Arista.
She was not in the flowing crimson silk of the night before. Today, she was clad in gear meant for battle, and her presence was instantly more potent.
Her long, fiery red hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, accentuat ...
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