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WHISPER OF THE BLADE

POV: ARAYA

The clearing reeked of steel, sweat, and the faint scorch of Hollowflame still cooling in the dirt. My arms ached from last night’s drills, bruises blooming beneath my skin like wildflowers—and still Dorian demanded more.

He circled me now, shirt plastered to his shoulders, blade ca...