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Chapter 9: The Secret Training
Author: Rose Mary
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Varek waited until the house fell silent and the moon rose thin and cold over the rooftops before he moved. The Gnarl lay beside him on the bed, its red eye already open and watching him with that ancient patience that still made his skin prickle.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

[I have been ready. You are the one who needed time to rest.]

He pulled on his coat and tucked the Gnarl against his chest. It was heavier now, solid and warm, and he could feel its heartbeat through the blood bond li
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